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Author
Elijah Britt
Rights
February 3, 2020
Uploaded
February 06, 2020
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MP3 10.4 MB • 320 kbps • 4:33
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WAV 45.9 MB
Lyrics
Better be coming wit money in hand
Money in hand
Yeah money in hand
I was locked up you was out this bitch playing
Out this playing
I was stuck in the can
Look at me now
Back on the land
Back on the land
Man Im stackin up bands
Shootin at cans
Nah we shoot at yo mans
Do what we want baby
Do what you can
Life is so beautiful
Beaches and sand
You fucking wit fam
Just stick wit the plan
Do what we want
They do what they can
They shooting at cans
We shoot at yo mans
Nigga you wit me
We stackin them bands
Fuck what they sayin
Aint shaking no hands
Gimme my money
Aint takin no stand
We taking they land
Just stick wit the plan
You can never tell it
A nigga feel like he bigger than Elvis
I cannot trust he who wish me well
But want me dead thats that trick of the devil
Fuck with they head
That thats that flick of the bezel
I feel the coupe wit them bags they be jealous
They want my secret so the can sell em
I come back round wit the hammer and nail
Hoes say they love they scream and they wail
Say you don't fuck wit Doll bay bay you well
How can you not fuck wit a G
Nah you well
Mad cause the paint on the Benz look like relish Damn
I cut the check then I mail it
I cut the street in the Porscha she hell
Flyer I'm higher and higher propel
Drippin I'm fumin success
Can't you smell
Loving when hoes wana call on my cell
Loving when hoes wana go to the Tel
Standing in front of me shaking like Gel
Shit its a lock ima get in her bell
Shit ima lock to make millions they tell
Like i was a lock to break bread wit my cellie
Fuck wit my paper I means even barely
Ima put blood on yo face just like Carrie
I done popped a pill now erthang fuzzin
Got a nigga hoppin of the plane buzzin
Got two ladies wit me
Shawty and her cousin
I done fucked her cousin
Now the bitches fussin
Shawty said she love me that was real crazy
Said I loved too but i was real faded
Did this shit for months now I feel jaded
Almost missed the party but I still made it
Now my wrist is forty and my grill is eighty
I aint smoke my reefer now im feeling shakey
I done downed a bottle now I'm on the table
I've been really going overboard lately
I been really going for the score lately
I remade some moves now these niggas hatin
I done made some waves and now the ocean shaking
Doe don't grow on trees but a nigga rakin
Pull up in a foriegn now they all on
Ima hit the street and ima ball on it
I just pray that poverty don't fall on me
While I'm waiting on the Lord to call on me
If my baby mama ever call on me
Ima break this bread and drop the mall on her
She know im a animal a dog on em
If the bitch is fine i put the paws on em
