Money Cleaner

You know it Man that shit crazy Na fareal Boy I feel like I'm losing my mind in this mothafucka Fareal And you know what's more crazy Every time I start to find that bitch I lose that mothafucka again Real shit I'm in a booth with a dirty stick A nigga play with me I'm using it Im out my mental Im losing it This yo instrumental Im using it Jackin for beats and its murder for hire Shoot up yo car and we burn up your house Stand on your street wait for you to come out Secure the perimeter shut down the block My nigga treacherous Moving real slow cause the medicine Kicking in door you gone let us in Couple of blacks Couple of mexicans Couple of ks Couple of fns Now lets do some stepping You reap what you sew and its time to teach yo ass a lesson Never forget it Zhoo Krew the business lil bitch and Oakane I'm the president Im in a booth with a two liter Three or four guns just two people Me and my engineer dont need no bitch in here We tryna work aint no sleep either Long nights with the grim reaper I pause songs just to meet people Hit licks and voice features This studio is my money cleaner My money cleaner Money cleaner This studio is my money cleaner My money cleaner My money cleaner Hit licks and voice features My money cleaner Money cleaner This studio is my money cleaner My money cleaner My money cleaner You know it Yeah Yeah Double my cup or go get me a yeti Trap out the stu in this bitch like a tele Call up lil dru he gone do what I tell em While I make these songs grab them pounds and go sell em Secure the perimeter Always on point aint no slippin up Eye ball what I need a digi fah Opp callin bout dollas I'm picking up Where ya at have my youngin come stick ya up Treacherous Bet with us so you bet not met with us Get the hit double back get the rest of em Turn up that pressure til we get the best of em Im not a wrestler I keep that iron Im pressin Feel like giant when next to em Listen to rappers and laugh at em That shit wont get you no capital And you cappin everything I say factual I was serving reggie weed in the class Bathroom break I leave and never come back Paper chasing benji run ima catch em Im on his ass and I want grant and want jackson Money hungry ion believe in relaxing The studio will turn a trap in a second The strap protecting everything I invest in But never brandish weapons bitch Im a felon with a dirty stick A nigga play with me Im using it Im out my mental Im losing it This yo instrumental Im using it Im in a booth with a dirty stick A nigga play with me Im using it Im out my mental Im losing it This yo instrumental Im using it Im in a booth with a two liter Three or four guns just two people Me and my engineer dont need no bitch in here We tryna work aint no sleep either Long nights with the grim reaper I pause songs just to meet people Hit licks and voice features This studio is my money cleaner Say look at them gold and diamonds Look at that watch aint it shining Bow tie get from johnny Blood sweat and plenty grinding Yeah you know thats how I got it nigga Stacking up everything that I was making Trap got electric but really its vacant Niggas that say they gangsta really fakin Cause all the gangstas that I know never say it I aint get lucky I paid for them cases Couldnt beat em said f*ck it and skated Before the feds on the run for violation Can't drop no music it might give my location Paperwork everything validated Cosigns ion need em but thank you He gone change What the f*ck was you thankin Im still untamed when I came out them cages nigga You know it Im back