M & P

At the end of the day I'm standing on morals and principles Life in the streets can get critical I ran it up off a digital That's what the winners do Put your man on he look pitiful We put that shit on that boy had so many holes his shit His shit look like the back of a crate We got that shit in here boy you can come get you a load Just push up down back in the gates I'm hustling Monday through Sunday Love to take off on that runway Long ass flight from that one way It's all about money and murder Which one you working He wasn't never like that in the first place Heavy surveillance all over my spot i don't trust shit How you love me and you bonding with shit I don't f*ck with I get a truck load gone off my face card What I spent on my kicks could have bought me about eight cars Forty eight fifty it's cranking shit jumping like ja We got bags of that g we got bags of that za I'm the one in position yea bankroll a star Still run with them niggas going put in park It's a all star game on my block when them shooters out How many niggas got shot shit I'm losing count Brodie still stashing the phone when they do the count Niggas don't want me win but ain't shit they can do about it Niggas on instagram thinking they really that Don't trip I'm just fucking the ho im going send her back Wherever you post up that's where I send them at These niggas gettin touched niggas ain't gettin back Meanwhile bitch I'm still pushing narcotics Ice on my neck feet up in the tropics Jackin that money ain't making no profit We ain't having no money problems f*ck it I got it Trap one o one I got perfect attendance Winter time we don't do super dry I'm rocking fendi I might popout in givenchy she thought I was feeling her Now she like bank why you spin me I might popout in a Bentley eating five star meals but I still take a bitch to the wendys Whole world gone off them switches But I still chase a nigga ass down with the glizzy on semi At the end of the day I'm standing on morals and principles Life in the streets can get critical I ran it up off a digital That's what the winners do Put your man on he look pitiful We put that shit on that boy had so many holes His shit his shit look like the back of a crate We got that shit in here boy you can come get you a load Just push up down back in the gates I'm hustling Monday through Sunday Love to takeoff on that runway Long ass flight from that one way It's all about money and murder Which one you working He wasn't never like that in the first place Heavy surveillance all over my spot i don't trust shit How you love me and you bonding with shit I don't f*ck with I get a truck load gone off my face card Run up them racks and invest in yourself it's going pay off