Money 4 Life

Lyrics

[Chorus] Whoa Partna' had died off the fentanyl Know I'm with shootas man, man I just make one call Locked up two years man I just wanna ball Went down with my bruddas, I ain't a ball hog I'm tryna fuck her friend and she call me a dog Don't hear bout no rapper won't hear bout no doll Send in a crash out, I'm the king of the plan Im certified steppa they call me the don Been locked up forever I didn't get no bond Yeah she a freak I'ma go in her thong Bitch clean up and pick up the drum Talkin too much why we don't fuck with stunna I paid a hunnid to pay for her bundles Live by myself teach you how to love me Hit from thе back in the morning I'm smacking her I pullin on her bonnеt [Verse] I got them young nigga with me they ready crash out like a comet I'm rich as fuck, won't reply to a comment Baby whoa all diamond neck I need 5 million I'm signing that, and I put the stick on the diamond back C'mon, you know that I used to cook crack Givenchy on in the back of Maybach 100s and 50s when I look through the sack I slime that boy out and he can't get that back Slime, caught that boy lackin hit the 4-flat Bend that shit over start arching yo back Can't stop Rick owens you know how I do it Ain't gon' lie when I was locked up I really miss music I knew she was freaky I knew it, huh Just like it Nike just do it, 15 hunnid dollars on clothes today Rockstar bitch and I bought her bottega White and black beam, man I fuck with both flavors Young nigga thinkin bout robbin my neighbors Gotta get my life together know I'm on papers I know times its gon' be greater, bitch drop the addy I'll fuck on you later Im thinkin bout kickin' her out cause she crazy, huh Made her clean up cause I'm lazy, huh I fuck her and buy her some daisies, huh Don't tell her bout me you know that shit shady Old shoota they born in the 80s, huh Gang don't wan' fuck her cause she basic I keep on rappin I feel like I made it I drop some racks on yo head on the pavement Gang keep telling me buy her the ASICS Hmm, addicted to blue faces Knock that boy live we ain know he was nameless Don't give it up we gon' take it, huh BLV, SRT Anthem, huh She bad, she a dancer, I like her, her sign is a cancer Pull up on him and you know we take chances I was just fried I'm high too Hmm, Ion know when I start landin Came through the back we seen him on the camera I up the stick like I'm Tony Montana Huh, totin them Glocks we play with the Benji's Dressed as a kid I was just rockin goodwill, huh Now I can go and buy Fendi, huh I tell my bruddas them y'all's, huh Cause I can cop more in a jiffy Ever since I got out I been picky See the racks on his head now he missing [Chorus] Whoa Partna' had died off the fentanyl Know I'm with shootas man, man I just make one call Locked up two years man I just wanna ball Went down with my bruddas, I ain't a ball hog I'm tryna fuck her friend and she call me a dog Don't hear bout no rapper won't hear bout no doll Send in a crash out, I'm the king of the plan Im certified steppa they call me the don Been locked up forever I didn't get no bond Yeah she a freak I'ma go in her thong Bitch clean up and pick up the drum Talkin too much why we don't fuck with stunna I paid a hunnid to pay for her bundles Live by myself teach you how to love me Hit from the back in the morning I'm smacking her I pullin on her bonnet