saint label million $ meals (feat. young moeses) şarkı sözleri

Run up a money bag Yea Mullah the family got cash on the table My bitches got Hooters racks Yea She want the Mazi and she want the heels Do surgery on her back Soon I get her I'm drilling Not paying no bills Label only focus tryna get a mil Working all day I ain't had a meal Run up a money bag Yea Mullah the family got cash on the table My bitches got Hooters racks Yea She want the Mazi and she want the heels Do surgery on her back Soon I get her I'm drilling Not paying no bills Label only focus tryna get a mil Working all day I ain't had a meal My father a don And I am the son Fulfilling the prophecy becoming the one We coming from straight out the slums Cold nights passing all the bums Handing dollars to they cold thumbs Everybody try to know some In the end they don't know nun I hope that you keep you some hope Sooner or later they spend it on dope It's hard in the streets Slippery slopes But imma stay focused And keep me a plan Pass the marijuana nigga Cause imma stay toking Rolling this cookie like Lance Receiving checks Imma need the advance Too much time I have spent in the past The presents gifts that I need to enhance Never break from the team like a band All this ice make her get out her pants All this money got em shaking my hand But when I win it's a thing of the past All the love turned hate and it's sad Next is plots and I ain't wit all the playing If you know then you know what I'm saying Label Run up a money bag Yea Mullah the family got cash on the table My bitches got Hooters racks Yea She want the Mazi and she want the heels Do surgery on her back Soon I get her I'm drilling Not paying no bills Label only focus tryna get a mil Working all day I ain't had a meal Run up a money bag Yea Mullah the family got cash on the table My bitches got Hooters racks Yea She want the Mazi and she want the heels Do surgery on her back Soon I get her I'm drilling Not paying no bills Label only focus tryna get a mil Working all day I ain't had a meal Aye I'm having Way too much paper on me Money piling Hope they don't get claustrophobic Blood diamond shining Bust right out the ocean Fucking so many bitches Can barely focus 100 in a 20 Barely ever coasting What's the man in my drink Guess he crossing over Like I'm Kobe Gotta couple 40s on me With two extra clips Now that's a great performance They say it's up you But if you at me I'm calling the shots Cause I'm having all of the bitches And all of the riches I call it a knot I used to have so many issues These days I just dish em Been balling a lot Too many obstacles I turned up the notch Got me thinking niggas plotting on my spot Sipping on Migo But she ain't Latino That ass looking Texan But she a lil freak hoe So I'm thinking Bama But I hear her grammar So I know this lil hoe come straight out the 3 though But ain't tripping I'm just blowing her back out The same way that I be doing the Jeep though Now all this shit on repeat so She can always remember this shit was so lethal Run up a money bag Yea Mullah the family got cash on the table My bitches got Hooters racks She want the Mazi and she want the heels Do surgery on her back Soon I get her I'm drilling Not paying no bills Label only focus tryna get a mil Working all day I ain't had a meal Run up a money bag Yea Mullah the family got cash on the table My bitches got Hooters racks She want the Mazi and she want the heels Do surgery on her back Soon I get her I'm drilling Not paying no bills Label only focus tryna get a mil Working all day I ain't had a meal
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