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I had enough, I gotta keep that thang tucked Cause niggas be thinking they tough Screaming you bout to do what? Promise I'm getting you plucked You Doing that for the cameras really you snow on da bluff Bro you straight? nah I'm thinking bout catching a case Blowing on the gas in that scat pack throwing shots back on the interstate I'll carry in a no carry state If the feds see I'm going on a chase I don't want the drama why these niggas hate Keep sleepin on me I'll be at ya wake Let's get it straight I took a trip out to Miami just for the fits you came to get Lipo Getting money really always been in my blood I think my shit type O Draped down in Fendi print yo Fs is fake that's a typo Cell phone keep ringing it must be the money that's just my life hoe Hello? My ex keep blowing me up Askin me where I be at? I just respond that I'm up I gotta run this shit it up The money is never enough You doing all that for the camera Really you snow on da bluff My fam got caught in a jam I bet a grand he stand like a man My nigga Kam finna go ham when he out the can nigga that's spam Everything, I did was goat shit Soon enough I'll pull up in a lamb It's funny how Niggas be spilling the beans to get out of the can West Trenton where I'm coming from Tell jerz we got another one As far as the score it's one to none And my outfit is a one of one South Bronx really my birth place But I'm putting jersey out in first place If I'm lying I'm flying You try it you dying We Keep the pole like a survey Yawl just live for the clout that ain't what I'm bout I just want the bag That money is just like these hoes popping up quick and going out fast I just be spending it quick but somehow I be making it last Shawty keep calling my phone she know that i'm off her I got her mad Hello? My ex keep blowing me up Askin where I be at? I just respond that I'm up I gotta run the shit it up The money is never enough Heard he said he gone so what? He doing all that for the camera really he snow on da bluff I had enough, I gotta keep that thang tucked Cause niggas be thinking they tough Screaming you bout to do what? Promise I'm getting you plucked You Doing shit for the cameras really the snow on da bluff Bro you good? Nah, nah I'm thinking I'm bout catching a jux Cause these labels ain't tryna pay I ain't tryna play so i gotta jug I think it's back to finessing Back with the stompers they stepping I put a O all on yo top I treat the beef like a headband That nigga there is a deadman I'll tick the Cal like it's red man I'm call it fun when I put you between the sight of my FN Really the moneys a blessing My haters be keeping me stressing They the reason I carry a weapon I keep the toast like a best man Hello? My ex keep blowing me up Askin where I be at? I just respond that I'm up I gotta run the shit it up The money is never enough Heard he said he gone so what? He doing all that for the camera really he snow on da bluff
Writer(s): Anthony Matlock Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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