b-jay banks schemes (feat. avenue major) şarkı sözleri

God willing with the same grind, 2 years and I'm out of this bitch But in between I'ma show you niggas how to get rich This ain't no Mona Scott, vh1 reality shit You want to hear my story? well how much time do we get? It's been a long time coming nigga I feel like an OT I feel like you live under a rock if you don't know B (Shit) I been a cold G In the whip, 4 deep Pull up on him, slow creep (Hit) leave low-key Bitch I got a scheme, I been plotting on a move All you got to do is listen, everything will go smooth Got to really pay attention, keep in mind of the rules If I choose, I could have a picture of you on the news You say you getting money, well I might get amused You think it's sweet, that's where you niggas got it confused I been around, been on my jug, straight out the mud From the city where the lil niggas bust, shoot up the club like Stamps on the passport, that's the whole plan Money in the bank, I could let you hold bands I'm coming up with a scheme my nigga Real city nigga, middle finger to the law If they gone hate, let 'em do it, f*ck 'em all I'm coming up with a scheme my nigga (Yeah, Yeah) I got a blueprint for that bag, with this madness I got a method Connected in my section, professional with finessing My enemies pray for rain, hold that thunder with much discretion No safety with my protection, In traffic where cash collected Embodiment of a legend, no stalling with my progression Prophesying my profit, tell God to send me a blessing Hit B-Jay, we on the way, catching plays in every direction When that work touchdown, watch me go for the interception Hustle with an obsession, out the mud to the concrete Solidify my position with a plan for us to all eat Capital to Wall street, same goal, nothing change Survival of the fittest, ain't no scrimmage with these hunger games My ways gone catch an early break from what my mother claim Cash change the faces, track phone come in another name Devil on my shoulder steady scheming, every season Year round, making rhymes, won't let up 'til we succeeded nigga Stamps on the passport, that's the whole plan Money in the bank, I could let you hold bands I'm coming up with a scheme my nigga Real city nigga, middle finger to the law If they gone hate, let 'em do it, f*ck 'em all I'm coming up with a scheme my nigga (Yeah, Yeah)
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