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Joel Montgomery
Joel Montgomery
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AyeTM
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Yeah
Ion be hearing you **** man
Trying to talk to me, I ain’t hear for no lecture
I know you **** fake, I know you fear the diamond tester
Moissanite lab stones, you don’t know bout pressure
World wide skin tones, all my bitches special
Count it up and spend it by mistake
You heard me
Migo sell that flower and that flake
You heard me
I do all my living in a bachelor pad
Jumping off that jet to international bags
How I come from Baltimore,
But still my kids proper
How I come straight out the mud
But now I’m shit popping
These **** say the Freebandz
But they click hopping
I got a whole rap check I guess I’m hip hopping
Ain’t sold a drug in 5 years, lor ole me
I been charging for my likeness, bout to go OD
I made a million off of snap, and I ain’t touch no P’s
Switch my currency up quick, I turn them benjis to P’s
Talking all that street shit, but I don’t get excited
You **** faker then whoever said they got indicted
You steady talking bout you swerving
You ain’t passing by
I paid attention and I learned and I asked a lot
And don’t you ever get concerned because I’m cashing out
These bridges burn, but I’m firm, imma swim it out
I was so broke, I get a thrill when I go pay the bill
I signed myself, to myself, ain’t got no better deal
Trying to talk to me, I ain’t hear for no lecture
I know you **** fake, I know you fear the diamond tester
Moissanite lab stones, you don’t know bout pressure
World wide skin tones, all my bitches special
Count it up and spend it by mistake
You heard me
Migo sell that flower and that flake
You heard me
I do all my living in a bachelor pad
Jumping off that jet to international bags
Broken promises, these **** lying, yes they is
Said you was a big dog, why you telling fibs
Misleading, misguided, yeah that’s what you did
Talking like we close, but I ain’t no where near your rib
How you telling me something
You ain’t sticking to your own plan
How you trying be G’d up
You ain’t acting like a grown man
**** ain’t the same as we remember them to be
Once that money hit, that funny shit
Start hindering a king
See I be got damned if I die for repercussions
And I be got damned if I lie over percussion
I be got damned if I lie, say I ain’t hustling
Every time they see me out I’m serving something
I been crossing T’s and dotting i’s for my ROI’s
I ain’t seeing tears drop from my lor boys eyes
I was so broke, I get a thrill when I go pay the bill
I signed myself to myself, ain’t got no better deal
Trying to talk to me, I ain’t hear for no lecture
I know you **** fake, I know you fear the diamond tester
Moissanite lab stones, you don’t know bout pressure
World wide skin tones, all my bitches special
Count it up and spend it by mistake
You heard me
Migo sell that flower and that flake
You heard me
I do all my living in a bachelor pad
Jumping off that jet to international bags
Written by: Joel Montgomery
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