Lyrics

Gucci shades on Bitch, I feel expensive Counting all this money This shit never endless Do it really matter? You can't take it wit ya Do it really matter? You can't take it wit ya Nah, no you can't take it wit ya Nah, no you can't take it wit ya Gucci shades on Bitch, I feel expensive Counting all this money This shit never endless Nah, no this shit never endless Nah, no this shit never endless Young nigga casket fresh Jordan 1's, gold chain around my neck Woke up Forgot to pray for the sins that I regret Wash away my sins Keep my eyes on the Judas Focus on my ends Chasing money to the end Like Mike Tyson, after Cus D'amato died Tigers, double R's, bad bitches: spiritual homicide But where I'm from, we come from nothing Young niggas hustling Thirsty for what we never had It's all a facade But what's real is the fact we all gotta die Got too much pride I need a big house, 3 car garage And a Louie belt for the pain poverty dealt I'm addicted to money Guess I can't help myself Black on black crime Black on black attire Black car, Black rims With the black tires Willing to risk it all just to chase my desires Been thru it all like Kanye through the wire Gucci shades on Bitch, I feel expensive Counting all this money This shit never endless Do it really matter? You can't take it wit ya Do it really matter? You can't take it wit ya Nah, no you can't take it wit ya Nah, no you can't take it wit ya Gucci shades on Bitch, I feel expensive Counting all this money This shit never endless Nah, no this shit never endless Nah, no this shit never endless Fendi skully on feel like a million dollars Gotta count a Billy fuck a million followers Fit came out the casket, man it's fresh to life Count it up it's all about the numbers in this game of life Razor's edge, 10 chains that's sitting on my neck (aight) When in Rome, complete the fit with the Jordan XIs Always been a 1 of 1 120 on the 101 Andale, under lights now I'm sitting in first string I feel like Noah when I hit the mall, need 2 of everything And keep it in King Quest Tomb Until then full speed in the whip go zoom Tesla 3 I need the one with the doors on Suicide My ex replaying my story trying to see who inside Catch up, it's probably something new inside Jersey Rebel, sounded like Chicago Niggas Do or die Floyd taught me keep more if you don't get hit Y'all easily offended while I perfect the defense Call me outta character said my life is a movie Bad Boy make Mike Lowery have to slap a Pookie Kill shit and that's until my casket close And at the funeral, next to my mama sit all my hoes Tissues for they tears don't want to see em cry It's see you later never goodbye Cuz everybody want to go to heaven nobody want to die Gucci shades on Bitch, I feel expensive Counting all this money This shit never endless Do it really matter? You can't take it wit ya Do it really matter? You can't take it wit ya Nah, no you can't take it wit ya Nah, no you can't take it wit ya Gucci shades on Bitch, I feel expensive Counting all this money This shit never endless Nah, no this shit never endless Nah, no this shit never endless
Writer(s): Dyamond Ruffin, Malcolm Perry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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