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Be the last one out to get this dough
No way
Love one of you bucket-headed hoes
No way
Hit the streets then we break the code
No way
Hit the brakes when they on patrol
No way
Be the last one out to get this dough
No way
Love one of you bucket-headed hoes
No way
Hit the streets then we break the code
No way
Hit the brakes when they on patrol
No way
Me and my niggas tryna git it ya bish
Hit the house lick
Tell me is you wit' it ya bish
Home invasion was persuasive
From nine to five I know it's vacant ya bish
Dreams of living life like rappers do
Back when condom wrappers wasn't cool
I ****ed Sherane and went to tell my bros
Then Usher Raymond 'Let It Burn' came on
Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen ya bish
Park the car then we start rhyming ya bish
The only thing we had to free our mind
Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs
You looking like an easy come up ya bish
A silver spoon I know you come from ya bish
And that's a lifestyle that we never knew
Go at a reverend for the revenue
It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
Pick your poison
Tell me what you doing
Everybody gon' respect the shooter
But the one in front of the gun lives forever
The one in front of the gun forever
And I been hustling all day
This-a-way
That-a-way
Through canals and alleyways
Just to say
Money trees is the perfect place for shade and
That's just how I feel
Nah
Nah
A dollar might just **** your main *****
That's just how I feel
Nah
A dollar might say **** them niggas that you came with
That's just how I feel
Be the last one out to get this dough
No way
Love one of you bucket-headed hoes
No way
Hit the streets then we break the code
No way
Hit the brakes when they on patrol
No way
Be the last one out to get this dough
No way
Love one of you bucket-headed hoes
No way
Hit the streets then we break the code
No way
Hit the brakes when they on patrol
No way
Imagine Rock up in them projects
Where them niggas pick your pockets
Santa Claus don't miss them stockings
Liquor spillin'
Pistols popping
Baking soda YOLA whipping
Ain't no turkey on Thanksgiving
My homeboy just domed a nigga
I just hope the Lord forgive him
Pots with *******residue
Every day I'm hustlin'
What else is a thug to do
When you eatin' cheese from the government
Gotta provide for my daughter n'em
Get the **** up out my way bish
Got that drum and I got them bands
Just like a parade bish
Drop that work up in the bushes
Hope them boys don't see my stash
If they do, tell the truth
This the last time you might see my ass
From the gardens where the grass ain't cut
Them serpents lurking blood
*****es selling *****
Niggas selling drugs
But it's all good
Broken promises
Steal your watch and tell you what time it is
Take your J's and tell you to kick it where a FootLocker is
In the streets with a heater under my Dungarees
Dreams of me getting shaded under a money tree
It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
Pick your poison
Tell me what you doing
Everybody gon' respect the shooter
But the one in front of the gun lives forever
The one in front of the gun forever
And I been hustling all day
This-a-way
That-a-way
Through canals and alleyways
Just to say
Money trees is the perfect place for shade and
That's just how I feel