Somebody once told me that the money could save you
Want an Awful lot of money wanted it since like grade 2
Imma stack it til the bottom half is higher than K2
Elevate til my face blue Need it before I'm 8 2 like woah
Hunnid bands on my motherf*ckin sonogram
Momma knew I'm poppin but she didn't fully understand
What my craft was all she knew was I'm a f*ckin Mack
Fleetwood all my bitches knees should come with pads
Double that plate size I just wanna eat good
3 wood way im f*ckin clubbin down in H wood
They should know I only show up when the pay good
Gotta have my name up in the lights like Johnny b Goode
8 foot tall I'm a mawf*ckin giant
Supplyin fire to minors and only buyin 4 ply because I'm shittin on the competition call it inspired my IBS is a fan of all of these poltergeist writers
I need a ghost or phantom or maybe mawf*ckin fighter
A tomahawk and a lighter some bottled water some pliers and dry ice anything that I can use to get higher I'm gonna blow up like compressed hydrogen mixed up with fire
I said yeah I brought the flavour like my name was yung Heinz
I got a baddy f*ckin bitch I'm gonna smash from behind
She feel like she done won awards
When I bust and I slime
She wanna eat it up I swear she tried to snort it like lines
Yeah I go through this all the time
The thought of cash on my mind and thoughts of how I can fly
Won't go too high like my name it ends with s starts with I
My confidence and hubris balanced like two sides of a knife
All I ever wanted was the cash and a chance
And a ice cold wrist hot pads for my hands
No gloves on never f*ck with gloves on
Singing to your bitch is my version of love song what's wrong
I just f*cking woke up and it's 3am
Suck my dick so I can get to sleep again
Really want a rari but I need a Benz
See it in my dreams but I can't reach it got an evil head
I just f*cking woke up and it's 3 am
Suck my dick so I can get to sleep again
Audemars I wanted but I need Patek
See it in my dreams I got an evil head
Oh she mad cuz I dicked her and ducked her
Told her I loved her then moved to her mother
Her sister her aunt got invited to supper
They all got the pot roast and buns with the butter
Kinda feel like I'm brad Pitt with hippy feet
Trynna cop a feel on a bad bitch from industry
Rollin up an L just to manage the evergreen
Kinda treat like that shit like a bandage
A remedy
Diamonds on my wrist and my hands is the seven seas
Everytime I say that I can't I get energy
Trynna end my life in a mansion don't bury me
Final resting place is my passion, remember me
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Somebody once told me that the money could save you
Want an Awful lot of money wanted it since like grade 2
Imma stack it til the bottom half is higher than K2
Elevate til my face blue Need it before I'm 8 2 like woah
Hunnid bands on my motherf*ckin sonogram
Momma knew I'm poppin but she didn't fully understand
What my craft was all she knew was I'm a f*ckin Mack
Fleetwood all my bitches knees should come with pads
Double that plate size I just wanna eat good
3 wood way im f*ckin clubbin down in H wood
They should know I only show up when the pay good
Gotta have my name up in the lights like Johnny b Goode
8 foot tall I'm a mawf*ckin giant
Supplyin fire to minors and only buyin 4 ply because I'm shittin on the competition call it inspired my IBS is a fan of all of these poltergeist writers
I need a ghost or phantom or maybe mawf*ckin fighter
A tomahawk and a lighter some bottled water some pliers and dry ice anything that I can use to get higher I'm gonna blow up like compressed hydrogen mixed up with fire
I said yeah I brought the flavour like my name was yung Heinz
I got a baddy f*ckin bitch I'm gonna smash from behind
She feel like she done won awards
When I bust and I slime
She wanna eat it up I swear she tried to snort it like lines
Yeah I go through this all the time
The thought of cash on my mind and thoughts of how I can fly
Won't go too high like my name it ends with s starts with I
My confidence and hubris balanced like two sides of a knife
All I ever wanted was the cash and a chance
And a ice cold wrist hot pads for my hands
No gloves on never f*ck with gloves on
Singing to your bitch is my version of love song what's wrong
I just f*cking woke up and it's 3am
Suck my dick so I can get to sleep again
Really want a rari but I need a Benz
See it in my dreams but I can't reach it got an evil head
I just f*cking woke up and it's 3 am
Suck my dick so I can get to sleep again
Audemars I wanted but I need Patek
See it in my dreams I got an evil head
Oh she mad cuz I dicked her and ducked her
Told her I loved her then moved to her mother
Her sister her aunt got invited to supper
They all got the pot roast and buns with the butter
Kinda feel like I'm brad Pitt with hippy feet
Trynna cop a feel on a bad bitch from industry
Rollin up an L just to manage the evergreen
Kinda treat like that shit like a bandage
A remedy
Diamonds on my wrist and my hands is the seven seas
Everytime I say that I can't I get energy
Trynna end my life in a mansion don't bury me
Final resting place is my passion, remember me
Want an Awful lot of money wanted it since like grade 2
Imma stack it til the bottom half is higher than K2
Elevate til my face blue Need it before I'm 8 2 like woah
Hunnid bands on my motherf*ckin sonogram
Momma knew I'm poppin but she didn't fully understand
What my craft was all she knew was I'm a f*ckin Mack
Fleetwood all my bitches knees should come with pads
Double that plate size I just wanna eat good
3 wood way im f*ckin clubbin down in H wood
They should know I only show up when the pay good
Gotta have my name up in the lights like Johnny b Goode
8 foot tall I'm a mawf*ckin giant
Supplyin fire to minors and only buyin 4 ply because I'm shittin on the competition call it inspired my IBS is a fan of all of these poltergeist writers
I need a ghost or phantom or maybe mawf*ckin fighter
A tomahawk and a lighter some bottled water some pliers and dry ice anything that I can use to get higher I'm gonna blow up like compressed hydrogen mixed up with fire
I said yeah I brought the flavour like my name was yung Heinz
I got a baddy f*ckin bitch I'm gonna smash from behind
She feel like she done won awards
When I bust and I slime
She wanna eat it up I swear she tried to snort it like lines
Yeah I go through this all the time
The thought of cash on my mind and thoughts of how I can fly
Won't go too high like my name it ends with s starts with I
My confidence and hubris balanced like two sides of a knife
All I ever wanted was the cash and a chance
And a ice cold wrist hot pads for my hands
No gloves on never f*ck with gloves on
Singing to your bitch is my version of love song what's wrong
I just f*cking woke up and it's 3am
Suck my dick so I can get to sleep again
Really want a rari but I need a Benz
See it in my dreams but I can't reach it got an evil head
I just f*cking woke up and it's 3 am
Suck my dick so I can get to sleep again
Audemars I wanted but I need Patek
See it in my dreams I got an evil head
Oh she mad cuz I dicked her and ducked her
Told her I loved her then moved to her mother
Her sister her aunt got invited to supper
They all got the pot roast and buns with the butter
Kinda feel like I'm brad Pitt with hippy feet
Trynna cop a feel on a bad bitch from industry
Rollin up an L just to manage the evergreen
Kinda treat like that shit like a bandage
A remedy
Diamonds on my wrist and my hands is the seven seas
Everytime I say that I can't I get energy
Trynna end my life in a mansion don't bury me
Final resting place is my passion, remember me
Writer: Kayle Kessler
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid