Hallelujah Lyrics

Money on hallelujah

Pockets fat look like buddha

They be fishy they like tuna

Brother told on you that's Judah

They want switches on boozokas

You gotta chill before they do ya

On behalf of my shootas

Better take care of your medulla

Momma said she was praying on me

My demons they be preying on me

My demons they be chasing on me

My problems keep on weighing on me

Dark clouds out here staying on me

Couple friends they was fading on me

Couple friends started hating on me

Should've heard the lies they was saying on me

Never knew they would start changing on me

But the money it be staying on me

Bad bitch she be laying on me

My chains they be swaying on me

Diamonds ice shit be skating on me

Better times somewhere waiting on me

Better times somewhere waiting on me

That girls she is a bandit

Fucked around and took me for granted

She want the world gave her the planet

Why is it hard to understand it

I done shit you ain't plan it

Took that lie and you ran with it

Then everything started hitting fan didn't it

Love shit is a damn myth

Nowadays you a fan bitch

Nowadays I count these bands bitch

Nowadays I can't pronounce these brands bitch

Nowadays it's glockies no hands bitch

I'm really on some I'll be damned shit

Do what I want you do what you can bitch

Yo pockets loose I'm on some crammed shit

I get bread like a sandwich

She said hit me if you down

But I know that hoe she like to get around

I'm Tekika so please do not drown

She be loving the way that I sound

They really thought I was down for count

They must've forgot that I came from the ground

Everything good I just looked at my account

You probably wish you had the same amount

That lame shit don't move us

Why they acting like they knew us?

Shoota kill niggas like klu klux

Lace em up like a shoe plug

12 gauge that's two slugs

I'm new to this I got new bucks

Old habits turns into new drugs

Start to feel like I don't give two fucks

Money on hallelujah

Pockets fat look like buddha

They be fishy they like tuna

Brother told on you that's Judah

They want switches on boozokas

You gotta chill before they do ya

On behalf of my shootas

Better take care of your medulla