Lyrics

Wake up to the money turn me right on You look like you got just with no lights on I suck men spend like a cyclone Feed check spend like a cyclone Wake up to the money turn me right on You look like you got just with no lights on I suck men spend like a cyclone Feed check spend like a cyclone Whoa, get just see that mirror for a fidget Drip coming downs I waste don't back no keep weep Daddy you got a child thats what my kissed Daddy even pain in builds my pack is vented Ben Franklin, I get money that angle lost it when you thinking Our is lave in mi hang cause what I drinking Don't even since I drop top speed my lance been changed Wake up to the money turn me right on You look like you got just with no lights on I suck men spend like a cyclone Feed check spend like a cyclone Wake up to the money turn me right on You look like you got just with no lights on I suck men spend like a cyclone Feed check spend like a cyclone Yeah, I was with degrees, I was with degreed Yeah, leaving out the freeze If I need a jet No, try to come my blood five I was stock in chips Yeah, my hears it was roof now I flip the switch Whoa, pictures on my body I'm not talk in switch No, please just get for 'round me don't you moving in She, don't me told be roof but I don't take a picks No, you keep make a muse but never take a rich how Wake up to the money turn me right on You look like you got just with no lights on I suck men spend like a cyclone Feed check spend like a cyclone Wake up to the money turn me right on You look like you got just with no lights on I suck men spend like a cyclone Feed check spend like a cyclone, whoa
Writer(s): Nicholas Sprague, Tobias Karl Fagerstrom Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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