My money everything can be together
M-K
F*ck a P.O. I still smoke marijuana
Young trap nigga, I do what I wanna do
Fresh in the winter, I'm hot as a sauna
Don't got a right hand, I lied to your honor
Trap out the crib, hope that bitch don't get raided
Designer, I'm smokin', heavily sedated
You a bitch, so ain't no way that we related
And these rappers, I ain't constipated, uh
Only cap, I know it's stock caps
They call me 9 cause they know that I got that
Ain't got no pics, they like, who we got pop back
I got that power like 50 to stop that
We take your shit, we like, give me these
They with a blick, call me Blick and Ease
This table only for bosses, can't sit with me
Bitches in line, you know I got that pimp in me
I'm 700, they call me Donda
Niggas don't play cause they know I'm a shotter
If I'm done bad, then I f*ck her in a robber
I'm a f*cker in a robber
Really ain't shit to go get on people
But shorty a bitch, I want some of his paper
If you play Ben, he get sent to the maker
Hit all in his face with some shit with a laser
Tell me to hit me, you know I'm a chaser
But I don't like drinks cause it slow up the paper
When I'm in jail, you get hit with a razor
Don't play with my bitch, you get hit with a taser
Got me a flip, I ain't worry about the data
I f*ck her one time, then you know I replace her
Walk downs got me feeling like Jason
I ain't gotta run cause these bullets gon' chase her
My block is bang, yeah, that's on the daily
I sell boy, girl, and have a baby
So I walk around with my gun on the daily
I can't let no pussy nigga play me
Oh, you keep on thinking you do what you wanna do
If we put your dumb ass to compliance
I don't talk about me, but you done
Walk around with ten chains on my neck like Mr. T
Mention my name in the streets, ain't no bitch who can't
Ask nigga, Mr. Man, bitch, we got history
Every time you see me out, bitch, you bit with me
Hundred shots, I heard they want me to die
Ain't no attempts, all they ask in the sky
Shooting dice, trap the heart
Posted on the 27, bitch, you know we live
Straight from the 8, bitch, you know I be jagged
Feds on my ass, start the coke in the attic
I was just broke, came from flipping the packets
Served me a cell for the bed and the mattress
Shout out lil' book, but you know I get at it
Beads on my line, what you need, come and tap it
Ran through a tenant like Tim do the math
Niggas ain't stepping, that's still GBA
Bitch, what I show, I don't love, I love baggage
I'm in the trap, it's just me and my max
Jump out your body, I'm cracking your head
Deuce always said she's the fattiest, nah, I'm straight
Hugging my buck, he just 40, it's next
Nigga, try play with the gang, we erase her
Stuff in the P and the B's, I can't face them
Bitch, I'm out there, but I know she can't take that
Post on the L, selling dope, it's amazing
MCM demons, you know they can't take that
Hold up, MCM shit
Nigga can't play with MCM
Bitch
You hear me
Gang
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My money everything can be together
M-K
F*ck a P.O. I still smoke marijuana
Young trap nigga, I do what I wanna do
Fresh in the winter, I'm hot as a sauna
Don't got a right hand, I lied to your honor
Trap out the crib, hope that bitch don't get raided
Designer, I'm smokin', heavily sedated
You a bitch, so ain't no way that we related
And these rappers, I ain't constipated, uh
Only cap, I know it's stock caps
They call me 9 cause they know that I got that
Ain't got no pics, they like, who we got pop back
I got that power like 50 to stop that
We take your shit, we like, give me these
They with a blick, call me Blick and Ease
This table only for bosses, can't sit with me
Bitches in line, you know I got that pimp in me
I'm 700, they call me Donda
Niggas don't play cause they know I'm a shotter
If I'm done bad, then I f*ck her in a robber
I'm a f*cker in a robber
Really ain't shit to go get on people
But shorty a bitch, I want some of his paper
If you play Ben, he get sent to the maker
Hit all in his face with some shit with a laser
Tell me to hit me, you know I'm a chaser
But I don't like drinks cause it slow up the paper
When I'm in jail, you get hit with a razor
Don't play with my bitch, you get hit with a taser
Got me a flip, I ain't worry about the data
I f*ck her one time, then you know I replace her
Walk downs got me feeling like Jason
I ain't gotta run cause these bullets gon' chase her
My block is bang, yeah, that's on the daily
I sell boy, girl, and have a baby
So I walk around with my gun on the daily
I can't let no pussy nigga play me
Oh, you keep on thinking you do what you wanna do
If we put your dumb ass to compliance
I don't talk about me, but you done
Walk around with ten chains on my neck like Mr. T
Mention my name in the streets, ain't no bitch who can't
Ask nigga, Mr. Man, bitch, we got history
Every time you see me out, bitch, you bit with me
Hundred shots, I heard they want me to die
Ain't no attempts, all they ask in the sky
Shooting dice, trap the heart
Posted on the 27, bitch, you know we live
Straight from the 8, bitch, you know I be jagged
Feds on my ass, start the coke in the attic
I was just broke, came from flipping the packets
Served me a cell for the bed and the mattress
Shout out lil' book, but you know I get at it
Beads on my line, what you need, come and tap it
Ran through a tenant like Tim do the math
Niggas ain't stepping, that's still GBA
Bitch, what I show, I don't love, I love baggage
I'm in the trap, it's just me and my max
Jump out your body, I'm cracking your head
Deuce always said she's the fattiest, nah, I'm straight
Hugging my buck, he just 40, it's next
Nigga, try play with the gang, we erase her
Stuff in the P and the B's, I can't face them
Bitch, I'm out there, but I know she can't take that
Post on the L, selling dope, it's amazing
MCM demons, you know they can't take that
Hold up, MCM shit
Nigga can't play with MCM
Bitch
You hear me
Gang
M-K
F*ck a P.O. I still smoke marijuana
Young trap nigga, I do what I wanna do
Fresh in the winter, I'm hot as a sauna
Don't got a right hand, I lied to your honor
Trap out the crib, hope that bitch don't get raided
Designer, I'm smokin', heavily sedated
You a bitch, so ain't no way that we related
And these rappers, I ain't constipated, uh
Only cap, I know it's stock caps
They call me 9 cause they know that I got that
Ain't got no pics, they like, who we got pop back
I got that power like 50 to stop that
We take your shit, we like, give me these
They with a blick, call me Blick and Ease
This table only for bosses, can't sit with me
Bitches in line, you know I got that pimp in me
I'm 700, they call me Donda
Niggas don't play cause they know I'm a shotter
If I'm done bad, then I f*ck her in a robber
I'm a f*cker in a robber
Really ain't shit to go get on people
But shorty a bitch, I want some of his paper
If you play Ben, he get sent to the maker
Hit all in his face with some shit with a laser
Tell me to hit me, you know I'm a chaser
But I don't like drinks cause it slow up the paper
When I'm in jail, you get hit with a razor
Don't play with my bitch, you get hit with a taser
Got me a flip, I ain't worry about the data
I f*ck her one time, then you know I replace her
Walk downs got me feeling like Jason
I ain't gotta run cause these bullets gon' chase her
My block is bang, yeah, that's on the daily
I sell boy, girl, and have a baby
So I walk around with my gun on the daily
I can't let no pussy nigga play me
Oh, you keep on thinking you do what you wanna do
If we put your dumb ass to compliance
I don't talk about me, but you done
Walk around with ten chains on my neck like Mr. T
Mention my name in the streets, ain't no bitch who can't
Ask nigga, Mr. Man, bitch, we got history
Every time you see me out, bitch, you bit with me
Hundred shots, I heard they want me to die
Ain't no attempts, all they ask in the sky
Shooting dice, trap the heart
Posted on the 27, bitch, you know we live
Straight from the 8, bitch, you know I be jagged
Feds on my ass, start the coke in the attic
I was just broke, came from flipping the packets
Served me a cell for the bed and the mattress
Shout out lil' book, but you know I get at it
Beads on my line, what you need, come and tap it
Ran through a tenant like Tim do the math
Niggas ain't stepping, that's still GBA
Bitch, what I show, I don't love, I love baggage
I'm in the trap, it's just me and my max
Jump out your body, I'm cracking your head
Deuce always said she's the fattiest, nah, I'm straight
Hugging my buck, he just 40, it's next
Nigga, try play with the gang, we erase her
Stuff in the P and the B's, I can't face them
Bitch, I'm out there, but I know she can't take that
Post on the L, selling dope, it's amazing
MCM demons, you know they can't take that
Hold up, MCM shit
Nigga can't play with MCM
Bitch
You hear me
Gang
Writer: Derek Jones
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid