Lyrics

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Cars clothes yeah (I want 'em) Money always in the (bank) Gotta do what I gotta Cars clothes yeah (I want 'em) Money always in the (bank) Gotta do what I gotta Cars clothes yeah (I want 'em) Money always in the (bank) Gotta do what I gotta Cars clothes yeah (I want 'em) Money always in the (bank) Gotta do what I gotta I Had to put a lot of shit on archive 'Cause it's fucking up my life I'm just tryna have a good ride Lost a lot of friends for thinking that I'm uptight But I'm just tryna get my shit right My probl'ems had me repping on the front line The anxiety's a drug I had to cut that shit out Second guessing I could make things work out I'm just wanna make my rents so damn proud Fuck the pressure Fuck the fear Fuck the guilt Fuck the pain Fuck doubt ISS my turn to leave the whole astounded Been on a journey for the passion that I found And I'm gonna work until my pocket gain some pounds Cars clothes yeah (I want 'em) Money always in the (bank) Gotta do what I gotta Cars clothes yeah (I want 'em) Money always in the (bank) Gotta do what I gotta Cars clothes yeah I want 'em Pull up on scene yeah ndenz' iz'pili Money make my phone go tilili Gotta make it rain make it rain ubili Pull up on scene yeah ndenz' iz'pili Money make my phone go tilili Gotta make it rain make it rain ubili Pull up on scene yeah ndenz' iz'pili Money make my phone go tilili Gotta make it rain make it rain ubili Pull up on scene yeah ndenz' iz'pili Money make my phone go tilili Gotta make it rain make it rain ubili
Writer(s): Aviwe Mampondo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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