Money on my mind saw these haters in a way Having conversation with the paper every day I ain’t talking short bread , girl with that magic cake Plus I spend it I can’t take it when the lord takes me away With my lighter, with my lighter Hey sissi, fill my drink up Ain’t no purple, ain’t no take up in this red cup that I’m fucked up Staring at your body, god damn your sexy body I’m trey I came to play on, and use you as my hobby girl Seen so many faces in this unfamiliar cities Bright skylines got a nigger kinda dizzy They trying to take my spot well they gonna have to come and get me My crib is at the top anybody rolling with me
If I could I would bring the whole hood to the top of the world, with me Is my world, for free Trying to get what you came to see If I could I would bring the whole hood to the top of the world, with me Is my world, for free Trying to get what you came to see.
You say you’re working harder and I swear that you’re a liar They say they hard as beta, but they never felt the fire If you’re talking money, boy you preach into the choir And I be … she can’t think.. for my nigger in the hood, Looking at these other niggers that I’m wishing they would Cause they ain’t no good, If I could I would reach up my hands Everybody that’s suffering Push you down, get up again Play by my rules, and fuck the plan! Money on my mind saw these haters in a way Having conversation with the paper every day I ain’t talking short bread , girl with that magic cake Plus I spend it I can’t take it when the lord takes me away
If I could I would bring the whole hood to the top of the world, with me Is my world, for free Trying to get what you came to see If I could I would bring the whole hood to the top of the world, with me Is my world, for free Trying to get what you came to see.
Trying to get what you came to see That goes the world for me Trying to get what you came to see
Yeah, lately I’m smoking more But still I’m focused more, A little day can see tomorrow I don’t know for sure You I wrote this for Hmm, oh you’re dope for sure Oh yeah, you’re raw, so get a cookie Let ‘em know you’re pure! I pray for this, pray for this So I’m made for this You niggers are just pop holes in the road that I pay for this Obama tried to turn this mother fucker round And look, they’re trying to put that mother fucker down Women, please check for sun, more than stilettos And young girls, make this young niggers respectful! If I was your father, I’d never neglect you So a nigger like me.. never met you Pray some special, and I’m happy I met you But you really wanna know me I just wanna sex you After you wanna cuddle, I don’t want, but I let you You made me promise, and I’m honest, try not to forget you! Bond growing stronger with the brothers that look up to me It’s more important than whatever that they fuck with me Luckily my angel speak to god, like what’s up for me My heart beat for the people who carry the love for me. Left my fellows in the past, you can’t get in touch with me If you want it… cash, I do it reluctantly But that’s my nigger, I’mma put it back upon his … And is he far, he can still come right back to me. Wish I could take everybody, nigger!
Compositores: Tremaine Aldon Neverson, John Steven Mcgee, Daryl Cook, Najja Mcdowell (Najja) ECAD: Obra #6097856 Fonograma #6052776