watch it
Got up in this shit for a dollar
didn’t want me no white collar
wanted me that money, fuck honor
Wanted it all, wanted to ball, a shot caller
But things changed cuz we gone now
Man I got a team for the lawn now
Truckload of cash for the cars and a trip up to mars
Going up, never come down
Every cloud has a silver lining
These days we get high and go silver mining
Rules are all there for undermining
Watch me redefine
each and every cliche
Got a couple milli to count up like each day
Couple switch up bitches moving round without stitches
Truly is a nudist bouquet
Built a stash on the planet
looking like we planned it
You should understand it
Ain’t nobody had it
It’s a bloody habit
Tell nobody else tho
I don’t even think these niggas themselves know
Liaisons on occasion with the hired help
Hey you can’t be tied down if you really stack the shelves bro
Like Flacko and Blanco
X with the bank notes
getting Ice for the cold flows till there’s rocks all over their clothes
Thugger Nigga deal with bigger figures than you ever really figured
trust me bae, there’s no iller killers
Than the niggas up in this thriller
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