$30K Tax Free

Milli Vanilli SB's with the dread laces Tell her I got somewhere to be if the head's basic I've been moving like I caught a couple Fed cases You've been moving like you wrote a couple Fed statements Welcome to Florida We see money, then chase it Where everybody's either cooling Or they're dead racist Dead faces Usually where my head space is She's getting real athletic with me This bed's spacious Asked my OG what I needed And he said 'patience' Cause I be feeling like it's taking forever Lost some folks and I was hoping We could make it together Making sure there's dollar signs In every basic endeavor, for real All I wanna do is f*ck and make bands I'm in my bag Every night me and my duffle make plans They might lock you up If you don't put enough in their hands I want it all nigga I don't got no uncles named Sam Thirty thousand tax free And I'm a make it shake I need… thirty thousand tax free And I'ma make it shake Thirty thousand tax free I'ma make it shake Them OGs ain't gonna let me Make the same mistakes $30K and it's tax free With a dirty K in the back seat Dap me and you can tell I'll be right there Where all the cash be Lap me, never that B Black G spinning the wheels I know my ex see me she's salty That bitch probably still in her feels I'm still in the field reaping the weeds All of the smoke that's coming to me All of this money that's coming to me Keep it a hundred you fucking with me I know that these niggas wanna see me dead Or doin fed but I'm up now Gettin this bread And staying fed Thirty bands tax free Had to kill it and make it shake Harlem shaking all at your wake Kiss your mother all on her face All this gas ain't ever brake a day in my life You're fucking up If you ain't gettin paid every day of your life This the price It ain't my fault I'm this nice Thirty thousand tax free And I'm a make it shake I need… thirty thousand tax free And I'ma make it shake Thirty thousand tax free I'ma make it shake Them OGs ain't gonna let me Make the same mistakes