Lyrics

All of this money it goes around So we going up but she goin down Use to the drip so I can not drown This is a murder no weapon found I smoke 3.5s straight out the pound Weed too loud let me turn that down You might get lost in a made up sound Money in my circle it's goes around Getty up Getty up girl let's ride If you squirt you can my bride Give her this pleasure let go of pride Bicycle dick and she love to ride Tour de France when I'm in them pants My hood red like a pile of ants And I feel good when I start to dance Southpaw dawg please watch the stance Hippie Trippy my soda can Purple sharks washed up on sand UFO I am Martian I get Bands when I March in I see stars I'm really hippie Rocks on the moon they got me trippy Rocks on the moon they got me trippy I see stars I'm really hippie Do you wanna get away In the summer I May Burn you niggas if you play Don't you bring that shit my way Imma send ya soul away I might give ya soul away I really did it for the pay Play with the money imma give rounds Niggas better duck when the trigger sounds Weed too loud let me cut that down Send me kite if you want that pound I killed another rapper left his body found Murderous flow ain't weapons found Elevator up but she goin down And the money loop so it goes around I see stars I'm really hippie Rocks on the moon they got me trippy Rocks on the moon they got me trippy I see stars I'm really hippie I get Bands when I March in UFO I am Martian Purple sharks washed up on sand Hippie Trippy my soda can Southpaw dawg please watch the stance And I feel good when I start to dance My hood red like a pile of ants Tour de France when I'm in them pants Bicycle dick she loves to ride Give her this pleasure let go of pride If you squirt you can be my bride Getty Up Getty up girl let's ride Money in my circle it goes around You might get lost in this made up sound Weed too loud let me turn that down I smoke 3.5s straight out the pound This is a murder no weapon found Used to the drip so I can not drown And we going up but she goin down All of this money it goes around Do you wanna get away In the summer I May Burn you niggas if you play Don't you bring that shit my way Imma send ya soul away I might give ya soul away I really did it for the pay
Writer(s): Michael Henley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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