Stayin’ for the money
Yeah uh
(?)
Gettin’ baby y’all
Mr. Jones way of the world I’m bitch pressing in
You’re green like what raps to chocolate in the pepper ment
Capel to G I represent you ain’t this and never been
Talk shit but nobody remember when
Me and them shoppers get loaded behinds in
Who’s dying for five dollars imagine behind rin
Boys so scared be founding they all shit
Nobody gonna snitch so free months she gonna get
Long I need that money right now
I would give for G, for the set now
Or drop driving gotta come correct now
OG on the OG is on deadline
You can look huh, get your respect now
Seat that hokers we knew you wouldn’t expect huh
New money streets like joints with nectar
She love that the rike hate that hacker
City care forgot I was raised in in my dirt
I take it to my grave in
But them nights and the days in waitin
Nothing rolled up and they came in, blazin
You rose trudos new clothes, new hoes
As I’m twisting up reflecting on my two goals
Get paper than get just some more of it
Leave your conscious at home like so I fuck it
compositores: Richard A. Jones
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