DboyLo X Syvali - Shmoney Lyrics

I keep a pocketful of shmoney
You niggas don't know me
I keep a pocketful of shmoney
You niggas don't know me
Yellow tape white chalk like somebody Od'd
If I bang through they block, aint nobody gonna sleep
Real bodmon, come and meet the 90s
Shmoney, Shmoney, Shmoney only thing that keep me going
Running up a bag, I just pray they never notice
Lot of blue flags round here, them boys Loc'n
Never trust anyone, everyone has a motive
Screamin' they had nothing to do with it
But you was involved when them shells hit him
Old niggas be snitchin', they just tell different
Its ok cause you gonna go to hell with him
God don't like ugly, I keep Medusa with me
God can't protect me, I keep my deuce wit me
Couple birds in the coupe, they let it fly for me
Put some birds in your coupe if you think bout trying me
If God sent an Angel then I knew it would be you
I'd be calling up to Heaven just so I can speak to you
Heard you lost in your thoughts, I guess that makes two
Tell me if you seen the world in this angle
What goes around and comes around can leave you in a tangle
I just wanna be the realest when I die
Speak on my name, it's the Fourth of July
I keep a pocketful of shmoney
You niggas dont know me
Yellow tape, white chalk like somebody Od'd
If I bang through they block, ain't nobody gonna sleep
Real bodmon, come and meet the 90s
Shmoney, Shmoney, Shmoney only thing that keep me going
Running up a bag, I just pray they never notice
Lot of blue flags round here, them boys Loc'n
Never trust anyone, everyone has a motive
I keep a pocket fulla shmoney the gangstas they know me
With my strap dressed in white you could called me shyste
I don't play make it hot if you front on my team
New 45 and it came with a beam
Shoutout to my brothers I got hit they even score for me
I can't stress I'm to blessed my brothers all for me
When I make it out the hood they gonna ball wit me
And yo bitch love my wood she keep on calling me
Shmoney shmoney ima shmurda for my gang tho member we was trapping
And we used to wear the same clothes
Now I'm out here with a pocketful like everyday tho
Grew up in the 90z we could never be the same bro
Rest in Peace the niggas that I lost
Leveled up got my shmoney up made myself a boss
Know the cost when you in the field cross the line you get killed
Shmurda gang bitch I'm with the shits
Gang
I keep a pocketful of shmoney
You niggas dont know me
Yellow tape, white chalk like somebody Od'd
If I bang through they block, ain't nobody gonna sleep
Real bodmon, come and meet the 90s