Let´s bring it back though I know God love me, everyday he drop a bag though
Never chasin´ money, it´s just somethin´ I attract though Business on the golf course Millions on these back four Blame it on my pops ´cause I can´t feel the top, no I came off the top row, double to your noggin She gon´ make the block woke when she get her back broke I know what to ask for, I´m the one she jockey I´m the one she jack though I don´t know how that ass slow down then it fast forward I don´t love her back though She gon´ feel a way and tell the city where I´m at though Bitches try to lie me, but I´m not a map though I am not a flagpole, you not finna climb me
I am not a tadpole but a nigga slimy I been gettin´ money since a youngin´ with consignment Niggas stake your crib out, they just study the assignment They say money blindin´, bitch, I´m Hellen Keller in a Pelle Pelle leather feelin debted to the better days Wish we could rewind them Peanut butter sixty three I wish that you could sit with me You played yourself and fade away Damn, oh, how the mighty have fallen I thought as a I laid on the ground Made my way back on my own Fuck what I need from you now Zaza, I´m E.T., phone home See you boys on my way down
If you could see how I grown Money stack taller than
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