歌词
But I Guess It's Real
Fuck A Bugatti Need A Hundred Mil
And The Way I Feel
Fuck How You Feel
Lightin' My Blunts With A Hundred ****
You Sold Your Soul For The Money ****
You Was Hungry **** That Never Won Me ****
I Feel I'm On Me ****
I Feel I'm Home ****
I'm So Lonely ****
What Is Call My ****
Got A Chopper And I'm Finna Act A Donkey ****
Get A Cold Case So Quick Get Erased
When It Come To The Money Watch Out For The Cake
So Give Me My Slice Before I Take Your Half
Hundred Mil Fifty Mil
You Do The Math
On The Road To Riches
But I Had To Take A Cab
Tryna Drink Away The Pain
And Forgot To Pay The Tab
And I'm Gettin' Pulled Down
In A Bucket Full Of Crabs
**** Heard That I Got Sesame
Can't Shit Live If I Don't Let It Breathe
All The Shots Out The .40
In They Neck Till It Bleed
Burn My Blunt With A Burning Bill
They Say I Sold My Soul
Well I Guess It's Real
Fuck A Bugatti Need A Hundred Mil
And The Way I Feel
Fuck How You Feel
Burn My Blunt With A Burning Bill
They Say I Sold My Soul
Well I Guess It's Real
Fuck A Bugatti Need A Hundred Mil
That Ain't No Way Y'all Feel
Fuck How You Feel
Marksmen And Killers Right Next To Me
Bow Down And Pay Some Respect To Me
Shit Brother My Lil' Ass
Rest In Peace In Jeeps
I Don't Worry 'Bout It
Marksmen And Killers Right Next To Me
Bow Down And Pay Some Respect To Me
I Think It's Fast Man To Life Bro
Rest In Peace In Jeeps
Yuh Yuh Yuh Yuh
Marksmen And Killers Right Next To Me
Bitch Bow Down And Pay Some Respect To Me
No Testing Me
Bitches Rest In Peace
Pull Up In Jeeps
Well I Know Where You Be
You A Money Machine
You A ATM
In Other Words ****
You A Walking Lick
Bitches On My Dick
It's Money Over Bitches
Until The Day That I'm Rich
**** Don't Forget
If I Ever Go Broke
I'ma Hit Me A Lick
**** Take From The Poor
Till They Gettin' The Rich
Man Fuck That Shit
Goin' Out For This
When I Cock My Gun
I Never Miss
Wrecked My Bugatti
Left That Bitch In The Ditch
And I Need A Hundred Mil
Before They Put Me In The Ditch
Now I'm Ridin' Round Strapped
In My Hundred Lookin' Sick
Smoke A Hundred Dollar Bills
Ain't Burnin' My Wrist
Symbolize The Pain
That A **** Went Through
If I Didn't Rap To You
I'd Be Lyin' 'Bout This
Crisp Hundred Dollar Bills
Cuttin' My Wrist
And The Dirty Money Came
Off Flippin' Them Bricks
That's All Blood Money
Tracin' Back To My People
The Almighty Dollar
Make Us Feel Unequal
People Killin' People
I Done Seen So Much Evil
If You Get Caught Slippin'
You Won't Live To See The Sequel
Burn My Blunt With A Burning Bill
They Say I Sold My Soul
Well I Guess It's Real
Fuck A Bugatti Need A Hundred Mil
And The Way I Feel
Fuck How You Feel
Burn My Blunt With A Burning Bill
They Say I Sold My Soul
Well I Guess It's Real
Fuck A Bugatti Need A Hundred Mil
Burn My Blunt With A Burning Bill
They Say I Sold My Soul
Well I Guess It's Real
Fuck A Bugatti Need A Hundred Mil
And The Way I Feel
Fuck How You Feel
Written by: Deniro Farrar, Lunice
