Lyrics

Twenty Twenty rhymes with money money gotta get it get it cant be looking bummy I had rainy days now its looking sunny im the man Solid rose gold rollie on i dont need diamonds to shine Same bitches that was fronting on me got me hitting them from behind Had to fall back on the crime these clumsy niggas dropping dimes Now it's Malbec flavored wine and these Cali girls sniffing lines I had to cut the girl off she got all in her feelings and getting too emo I told her lose my number unfollowed and blocked her she found me like Nemo How many bitches then stole my heart hmmmm I think around zero Come on dog do i look like Weirdo Just cause im fly that dont make me a hero no Wanna turn a good girl to a whore Buy her them shoes she been asking her nigga for Then pick her up in the four door then buy her one more If I hand you my blunt then im passing gas Smoking on Runts thats shh you got trash You stunting in rentals in going out sad My African chick just pulled up in a jag dag Twenty Twenty rhymes with money money gotta get it get it cant be looking bummy I had rainy days now its looking sunny im the man Turn a hundred dollars to a band Made a AC out a fan Im a hustler understand God Damn Im turning all the way up Im turning all the way up Im turning all the way up Im turning all Im turning all the way up Im turning all the way up I got my money way up Im turning all up Walk in the club like i just brought the bitch had the waiter show me to my seat All of these holes gonna flock to the section cause they know that we got the cheese She asking for hookah she asking for liquor and mixer get off of my feet Your nigga keep grilling you better go get him before he get found in the street A B C D E The FN on me Burning some sage got the blessing on me Shorty charge me a stack i aint stressin a G lil bitch Dont you drown in the drip had to kick her friend out she was smelling like fish I hate when a nigga ask me if i hit Get off of my dick and mind your business See those be the niggas that rat to the cop Please get your pack and get off of the block I dont care if you know doggy or not Dont play with my freedom thats how you get shot Datah tah tah tah tah tah tah tah Bop bop bop bop bop bop bop bop Datah tah tah tah tah tah tah tah You play with my freedom ill send you to God God Damn Im turning all the way up Im turning all the way up Im turning all the way up Im turning all Im turning all the way up Im turning all the way up I got my money way up Im turning all up DYED Dont you ever disrespect man its a lifestyle man Stay wit it gang Bang
Writer(s): Abdul Muhammad Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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