NASCAR Flows

2 Shots to the brain 2 Gram paper planes I just want the money I don't want the fame I work through the night I work through the day Yes I'm in the game But buddy I ain't here play Still smoking like in the middle of Quarantine When I be making these songs they be quoting me Opened a shop but nothing come with warranty Still made me money cause no one out working me Poor niggas calling like can you come serve to me Charging him extra 5 when I be traveling Poor bitches talking bout can you do for me Don't even hear it whenever they asking Gotta get money till I hit the casket Tryna count money till my fingers cramping Holding this cash but it's more in my plastic Put money in crypto to flip like gymnastics T dubb my brother. If we got a problem we hash it Moneytreesclothingcollection.store for the fashion All white air forces the perfect attachment This is way more than a project of passion My lady wanna have us to have a night of passion Dashboard on go I be ready for action Attack with a smack from my hand when I hit from the back Bumping her bumper like it was on accident Laying her down on her back like mechanics I ram in her pussy and she get to gasping It get so sexy to watch how she keep it together when it's hard to mange 2 Shots to the brain 2 Gram paper planes I just want the money I don't want the fame I work through the night I work through the day Yes I'm in the game But buddy I ain't here play Crashed my whip on the way home coming outta the beach I had my foot on the floor on the gas cause I wanted some speed Tried to swerve me a curb on the turn I had lost all control Bam I hit the wall crashed and I still was just mad that I lost my lil whip. I wasn't even hurt But the Second time I ran my car in back of a ram Water all over the Road and I'm going as fast I can Stupid mistake. My lady taking up the seat for the passenger Joint In my mouth and my foot on the brake But the whip started glidin there was no way that I'd be passing to her Embracing the hit I meatshielded her body with mine I love my lil baby and it ain't cause of time Bam. Crashed and my life just flashed Swear to god my heart dropped down to my ass Mad till she open till her eyes Mad cause what if that wouldve taken up her life But I'm glad that we here. That shit was crazy though Baby I'm sorry that I put you through this But before I picked you up that day I had 2 Shots to the brain 2 Gram paper planes I just want the money I don't want the fame I work through the night I work through the day Yes I'm in the game But buddy I ain't here play