Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Abdul Haafiz Muhammad
Songwriter
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
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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
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