This shit just take some time
Shout out to all my slimes
They in the cut might just drive through serve you number 9
Go ahead and walk that line
Pay the toll yea pay the fine
And damn your bitch so fine
Might need to know her sign
They can't come 'round where we're near
Shine so bright so crystal clear
Count these blues can't shed a tear
On the road geeked I can't steer
Can't go and live me life in fear
'Cuz scared money don't make money
All they ever do is f*cking hate
That shit is so funny
I keep Saint Laurent on my jeans
Gotta move so sharp yea so clean
I'm a money fiend f*ck your bitch like a queen
Skrttt off from the scene
Then it's bag to the bag and getting high
So high glitching got jet lag
I ain't never going back to being broke lazy down on my ass
Need to go and count that cash up
She ain't got no taste I'll pass up
Need to go and light that gas up
Talkin' shit just like a pastor
Just like I was a preacher
Think I got me amnesia
'Cuz I don't know where I went wrong
Now I gotta go and get my money long
This shit just take some time
Shout out to all my slimes
They in the cut might just drive through serve you number 9
Go ahead and walk that line
Pay the toll yea pay the fine
And damn your bitch so fine
Might need to know her sign
They can't come 'round where we're near
Shine so bright so crystal clear
Count these blues can't shed a tear
On the road geeked I can't steer
Can't go and live me life in fear
'Cuz scared money don't make money
All they ever do is f*cking hate
That shit is so funny
I keep Saint Laurent on my jeans
Gotta move so sharp yea so clean
I'm a money fiend f*ck your bitch like a queen
Skrttt off from the scene
Then it's bag to the bag and getting high
So high glitching got jet lag
I ain't never going back to being broke lazy down on my ass
Need to go and count that cash up
She ain't got no taste I'll pass up
Need to go and light that gas up
Talkin' shit just like a pastor
Just like I was a preacher
Think I got me amnesia
'Cuz I don't know where I went wrong
Now I gotta go and get my money long
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This shit just take some time
Shout out to all my slimes
They in the cut might just drive through serve you number 9
Go ahead and walk that line
Pay the toll yea pay the fine
And damn your bitch so fine
Might need to know her sign
They can't come 'round where we're near
Shine so bright so crystal clear
Count these blues can't shed a tear
On the road geeked I can't steer
Can't go and live me life in fear
'Cuz scared money don't make money
All they ever do is f*cking hate
That shit is so funny
I keep Saint Laurent on my jeans
Gotta move so sharp yea so clean
I'm a money fiend f*ck your bitch like a queen
Skrttt off from the scene
Then it's bag to the bag and getting high
So high glitching got jet lag
I ain't never going back to being broke lazy down on my ass
Need to go and count that cash up
She ain't got no taste I'll pass up
Need to go and light that gas up
Talkin' shit just like a pastor
Just like I was a preacher
Think I got me amnesia
'Cuz I don't know where I went wrong
Now I gotta go and get my money long
This shit just take some time
Shout out to all my slimes
They in the cut might just drive through serve you number 9
Go ahead and walk that line
Pay the toll yea pay the fine
And damn your bitch so fine
Might need to know her sign
They can't come 'round where we're near
Shine so bright so crystal clear
Count these blues can't shed a tear
On the road geeked I can't steer
Can't go and live me life in fear
'Cuz scared money don't make money
All they ever do is f*cking hate
That shit is so funny
I keep Saint Laurent on my jeans
Gotta move so sharp yea so clean
I'm a money fiend f*ck your bitch like a queen
Skrttt off from the scene
Then it's bag to the bag and getting high
So high glitching got jet lag
I ain't never going back to being broke lazy down on my ass
Need to go and count that cash up
She ain't got no taste I'll pass up
Need to go and light that gas up
Talkin' shit just like a pastor
Just like I was a preacher
Think I got me amnesia
'Cuz I don't know where I went wrong
Now I gotta go and get my money long
Shout out to all my slimes
They in the cut might just drive through serve you number 9
Go ahead and walk that line
Pay the toll yea pay the fine
And damn your bitch so fine
Might need to know her sign
They can't come 'round where we're near
Shine so bright so crystal clear
Count these blues can't shed a tear
On the road geeked I can't steer
Can't go and live me life in fear
'Cuz scared money don't make money
All they ever do is f*cking hate
That shit is so funny
I keep Saint Laurent on my jeans
Gotta move so sharp yea so clean
I'm a money fiend f*ck your bitch like a queen
Skrttt off from the scene
Then it's bag to the bag and getting high
So high glitching got jet lag
I ain't never going back to being broke lazy down on my ass
Need to go and count that cash up
She ain't got no taste I'll pass up
Need to go and light that gas up
Talkin' shit just like a pastor
Just like I was a preacher
Think I got me amnesia
'Cuz I don't know where I went wrong
Now I gotta go and get my money long
This shit just take some time
Shout out to all my slimes
They in the cut might just drive through serve you number 9
Go ahead and walk that line
Pay the toll yea pay the fine
And damn your bitch so fine
Might need to know her sign
They can't come 'round where we're near
Shine so bright so crystal clear
Count these blues can't shed a tear
On the road geeked I can't steer
Can't go and live me life in fear
'Cuz scared money don't make money
All they ever do is f*cking hate
That shit is so funny
I keep Saint Laurent on my jeans
Gotta move so sharp yea so clean
I'm a money fiend f*ck your bitch like a queen
Skrttt off from the scene
Then it's bag to the bag and getting high
So high glitching got jet lag
I ain't never going back to being broke lazy down on my ass
Need to go and count that cash up
She ain't got no taste I'll pass up
Need to go and light that gas up
Talkin' shit just like a pastor
Just like I was a preacher
Think I got me amnesia
'Cuz I don't know where I went wrong
Now I gotta go and get my money long
Writer: Vertigo Villa
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