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[chorus]
for the money i go crazy, feel it itching in my palms
count that money with a blindfold, do it with my eyes closed
h_llcats and track hawks, pull up, f_ck up the asphalt
thirty flows up, she get nasty, i go deep in her
kursdough, she love more of my money, i’m worth six figures
money on me now and back then, i’m that n_gga
i’m so sick of n_ggas cappin’, nor day when they ain’t lit
every n_gga dissed my brother, met that choppa, on my momma

[verse 1]
body bags and yellow tape, i’m one of the realest out the eight
it ain’t sh_t bigger than us, among us some n_ggas cappin’
i suggest y’all keep rapping, over here we really active
out my body, full of drugs, mind playing mind games
this a fit, hung up my jersey, let that money step for me
it’s still money over b_tches, i go loco for that paper
why you playing like we ain’t turn your lil’ partner to a grady patient
choppa hit his leg, teach him how to walk again
eyes blood, shot red, now that murder in my eyes
he won’t never bang again, choppa got him terrified
drop a hundred on his head, yeah, i’m cool, knock his head off
n_ggas knowing how we slide, we catch body’s in them ‘cats
change the tags and double back, our murder family catching hats
i ain’t never been no p_ssy, n_ggas know how i come
let a n_gga step for me, i bet i shoot off his whole arm
all i needed was a chance, i got the world in my hands
if your out suffered a gun shot wound, you my kind
if you got something for your mans in the dirt, you my kind
if you gang stand on business, n_gga, hold them choppas up
pain can turn a angel to a demon, i’m just being real
never thought baby joe wouldn’t be here, i’m just being real
lying to these hoes like you spinnin’, you ain’t like that
creeping with four fugi’, tryna get a n_gga life sn_tched
we go stick for stick, drac’ for drac’, we go ‘cat for ‘cat
anything them n_ggas think they having, we go back_to_back
clutchin’ on my glizzy in the booth, these beats sound over k!ll
you ain’t sold a peep, but still stressing that trap sh_t
miss me with that cap sh_t, try me and you’ll get wrapped quick
[chorus]
for the money i go crazy, feel it itching in my palms
count that money with a blindfold, do it with my eyes closed
h_llcats and track hawks, pull up, f_ck up the asphalt
thirty flows up, she get nasty, i go deep in her
kursdough, she love more of my money, i’m worth six figures
money on me now and back then, i’m that n_gga
i’m so sick of n_ggas cappin’, nor day when they ain’t lit
every n_gga dissed my brother, met that choppa, on my momma

[verse 2]
loyalty, i value lord, that sh_t run in my blood line
different glocks, different jams, different b_tch, different friend
choppas spit out lava, walk ’em down, six feet all the opps
n_ggas only active on the ‘gram, ain’t never spilled sh_t
if it’s smoke, don’t at me on the ‘gram, you know the feds watchin’
i ain’t been her ten minutes, i already got the bed rocking
f_ck a n_gga baby mama, crush a n_gga soul
you know how the gang go, still runnin’ with the same woes
wide body or benz truck, ain’t no tellin’ how i’m coming
three or five for the opps to itch the pain, it’ll take the pain away
she ain’t never f_cked a rapper, let me sit on her tougue
nine times out of ten she follow me, i hit the b_tch
pressure might get ’em touched, need my money in a rush
n_ggas tuck the hit, we left that lil’ boy with his head down
he let them go and overlap him, still runnin’ laps on ’em
if i feel the sense up the trail, i’ma clap, homie
let a n_gga try me like a rapper, i’ma wrap ’em
still posted in the hood, i ain’t still ringing bells
still steppin’ over bullet sh_lls, this sh_t won’t never change
covered down at night, i’m still tryna reach a hundred mill’
don’t ask me ’bout no other sh_t, you know i rep old murder family
you know that be the gang, n_gga, you know we brought that flame with us (flame with us)

- wee2hard

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