Big con, money lookin' fat
I'm in the Rolls, not a Benz
Stole your heart, that's where it's at
Money on my mind, I'm attached
Lets stay together, just to make the Ms fast
I just want the money, you can have the past
Grew older, then fast
Now it's just a gun in my hand
Before I die, I'ma make an impact
R.I.P. Ma, I know you passed
But I just want the weed and some plants
Big con, they droppin' like Iraq
Got bullet holes in my suit, that's a fact
They want me to believe, I can never be the last
The last time they asked me
I was in the studio, rappin' bout the straps
Nowadays, we be talkin', but never facts
I was just a thug girl, you can be my girlfriend
I don't want no snakes, let's just be friends
I was just the middle of the car, presidential lacs
Whatever happened to my associates, who left
Are they all dead, or are they all wrapped?
R.I.P. Shadow, you was the pack
God rest in peace, lay off the drugs, I'ma go back
On the high pole, like my head really snapped
Forget the fame,
I just wanna bury my brothers
Who always had my back
I'm just a little worried, I'll be next
Big con, money lookin' fat
I'm in the Rolls, not a Benz
Stole your heart, that's where it's at
Money on my mind, I'm attached
Lets stay together, just to make the Ms fast
I just want the money, you can have the past
Grew older, then fast
Now it's just a gun in my hand
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Big con, money lookin' fat
I'm in the Rolls, not a Benz
Stole your heart, that's where it's at
Money on my mind, I'm attached
Lets stay together, just to make the Ms fast
I just want the money, you can have the past
Grew older, then fast
Now it's just a gun in my hand
Before I die, I'ma make an impact
R.I.P. Ma, I know you passed
But I just want the weed and some plants
Big con, they droppin' like Iraq
Got bullet holes in my suit, that's a fact
They want me to believe, I can never be the last
The last time they asked me
I was in the studio, rappin' bout the straps
Nowadays, we be talkin', but never facts
I was just a thug girl, you can be my girlfriend
I don't want no snakes, let's just be friends
I was just the middle of the car, presidential lacs
Whatever happened to my associates, who left
Are they all dead, or are they all wrapped?
R.I.P. Shadow, you was the pack
God rest in peace, lay off the drugs, I'ma go back
On the high pole, like my head really snapped
Forget the fame,
I just wanna bury my brothers
Who always had my back
I'm just a little worried, I'll be next
Big con, money lookin' fat
I'm in the Rolls, not a Benz
Stole your heart, that's where it's at
Money on my mind, I'm attached
Lets stay together, just to make the Ms fast
I just want the money, you can have the past
Grew older, then fast
Now it's just a gun in my hand
I'm in the Rolls, not a Benz
Stole your heart, that's where it's at
Money on my mind, I'm attached
Lets stay together, just to make the Ms fast
I just want the money, you can have the past
Grew older, then fast
Now it's just a gun in my hand
Before I die, I'ma make an impact
R.I.P. Ma, I know you passed
But I just want the weed and some plants
Big con, they droppin' like Iraq
Got bullet holes in my suit, that's a fact
They want me to believe, I can never be the last
The last time they asked me
I was in the studio, rappin' bout the straps
Nowadays, we be talkin', but never facts
I was just a thug girl, you can be my girlfriend
I don't want no snakes, let's just be friends
I was just the middle of the car, presidential lacs
Whatever happened to my associates, who left
Are they all dead, or are they all wrapped?
R.I.P. Shadow, you was the pack
God rest in peace, lay off the drugs, I'ma go back
On the high pole, like my head really snapped
Forget the fame,
I just wanna bury my brothers
Who always had my back
I'm just a little worried, I'll be next
Big con, money lookin' fat
I'm in the Rolls, not a Benz
Stole your heart, that's where it's at
Money on my mind, I'm attached
Lets stay together, just to make the Ms fast
I just want the money, you can have the past
Grew older, then fast
Now it's just a gun in my hand
Writer: Ernest Smith
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