Makeudream_

Lyrics

[Hook] Nigga make the money and don't let him make the team Go to sleep broke nigga, that'll make you dream Fuck her on a perc' nigga, that'll make her scream When the tension bar breaks nigga, that'll make it seen I done seen everybody go against me So I'm riding with a Glock that holds fifty Lookin' like the stick tied to a frisbee Started off walking, now I got a Bentley, you dig me? My neck lookin' like a nigga stole something Got your favorite rapper asking "Could I hold something?" But we ain't lettin' niggas hold nothing Nigga my Ghost so new can't hear the road running My money right, my bitches bad Fuck a supermodel, get a cab Send her home, she was mad [?] the feeling [?] cash Work on the table, dope on the scale This shit that we're selling get you twenty years in jail Did my dog dirty, gave 'em twenty years in hell And [?] hundred twenty for the belt (For the belt) (Yeah, that's what's up) [?] [Hook] Nigga make the money and don't let him make the team Go to sleep broke nigga, that'll make you dream Fuck her on a perc' nigga, that'll make her scream When the tension bar breaks nigga, that'll make it seen I done seen everybody go against me So I'm riding with a Glock that holds fifty Lookin' like the stick tied to a frisbee Started off walking, now I got a Bentley, you dig me? My neck lookin' like a nigga stole something Got your favorite rapper asking "Could I hold something?" But we ain't lettin' niggas hold nothing Nigga my Ghost so new can't hear the road running My money right, my bitches bad Fuck a supermodel, get a cab Send her home, she was mad [?] the feeling [?] cash Work on the table, dope on the scale This shit that we're selling get you twenty years in jail Did my dog dirty, gave 'em twenty years in hell And [?] hundred twenty for the belt (For the belt) (Yeah, that's what's up) [?]