Where My Money

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Chris Travis - Rap, Dark Trap

Where My Money

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[Verse] I'm like the leaves in the fall, never blend or dissolve Orange paint on my walls, blue lights in the hall Thinkin' big, never small, ass, tits and her jaws Payin' rent for your home, payin' rent for the zone So damn deep when I'm on the creep Still got drugs but I never sleep Still got plugs when I'm in the east Pocket full of money, but we ride on E Water Boyz for life, everything on me I'm too bright, probably make your eyes bleed Flow so sick, turn a nigga Chinese So lowkey where they won't find me [Hook] I don't give a fuck about you Bitch, where my money? Smokin' blunts up in her house fool, cause it's too sunny Promise I can't fuck with you I know your game Promise I can't be with you You fuck with lames I don't give a fuck about you Bitch, where my money? Smokin' blunts up in her house fool, cause it's too sunny Promise I can't fuck with you I know your game Promise I can't be with you You fuck with lames [Verse 2] Bitch I'm a grind 'till the day that I drop I'ma die then come back as a raindrop Hype-beast ass niggas, y'all so flip-flop Better catch up, bitch, this not hip-hop I don't really give a fuck, just playin' hop scotch On the beat cause it's easy for a nigga, why not? Smokin' blunts till I fall and my heartbeat stop Beat a nigga in the hall till the teacher came out Didn't even need to smoke, now I gotta keep an ounce And I smoke with my niggas when they all money down And you already know, boy, I'm comin' through your town Like Jason Voorhees, here to shut shit down Phone worth about a mill cause the verses in my pad East Memphis vet, bitch, that's somethin' you never had All these girls on my dick, bruh, shout out to my dad Claim you smokin' on new shit harder than brass [Hook] I don't give a fuck about you Bitch, where my money? Smokin' blunts up in her house fool, cause it's too sunny Promise I can't fuck with you I know your game Promise I can't be with you You fuck with lames I don't give a fuck about you Bitch, where my money? Smokin' blunts up in her house fool, cause it's too sunny Promise I can't fuck with you I know your game Promise I can't be with you You fuck with lames

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Credits

Writers
  • Chris Travis