RAP! Lyrics

I said I need more money

I can't buy them clothes

Tell them run them pockets

I can't trust these hoes

She said I never visit been a couple of months

She business in the back but a freak in the front

Got me running full speed like I laid down a bunt

I'm bending over backwards and I'm sick of the stunts

Homies cook harder than Chef Boyardee

I don't need your money can't match with me

File a suit law school degree

High on protein I eat beats

I'm bout as bad as Ed Sheeran tattoos

In the bathroom turnin up like the basoon

I'm Elon Musk with the dance moves

C.R.E.A.M.ing on the beat cause cash rules

Missed the stop sign on the way so I'm turning late

Forgot to wrap it up now it burns when I urinate

Got a lot of capital it helps me when I'm learning states

Too bad it didn't work out she had all of my favorite traits

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In the garden shed smoking grass all day

Feeling higher than the Buddha boys in Bombay

Colt .45 under my wife's name

Critics gotta shout cause I'm too far away

Get cash like checks like dollar bills

Quit actin like a bit, 'chu know the drill

Y'all playin then you ride like Thrillville

With the IS too sick for syphil

I rap off color got em all offended

Got a 1911 with the mag extended

I walk into Mickey D's and I ask for breakfast

It's 4 pm but I have a fucking gun

Gotta cook this beat talking slow and low

It's getting kind of late go lock yo door

Me and my boys make a great live show

Take a trip down the slopes yeah I need that blow

I said I need more money

I can't buy them clothes

Tell them run them pockets

I can't trust these hoes (One, two, three, four!)

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I'm just here for the music Paula Abdul

Punch you in the throat if you talking bout a house rule

Here sit this one out here's a barstool

Me and Jake been climbing on these bars since preschool (For real)

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Performing live got the ladies finding

Kicked out of iHop I'm with Doug and Zenen

Got the dogs on leashes and the dream's facetious

I'm outside of K Mart and I'm eating quiches

Can't keep up with this high demand

Got too much smoke you won't see my hand

Ace up my sleeve feeling like Ventura

Lightin this blunt where is Hasbulla

Clone shit extensive rappers not inventive

Got a commercial Flo like progressive

I can see the finish in the distance linear perspective

Vision never missin shoot like battleships directly hit it

There it is you bitches

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(I said I need more money I can't buy them clothes)

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(Tell them run them pockets I can't trust these hoes)

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