On My Soul
You know ima get it bitch until my casket close
I been chasing paper nigga, you been chasing hoes
I tore my A-C-L, I ball too hard like Derrick Rose
I'll never love a bitch more than the dough that's on my soul
Got an Alaskan Mink coat
I feel like an Eskimo
On that iceberg slim shit
You know I got all the hoes
Yeah my neck and wrist froze
You stand close might catch a cold
This money got my pocket swole
Hustle til I can't no more
You know i'm a baller
Keep my name like it was dollars
Fucking niggas daughters
I get more head than a collar
I'm Hakuna Matata
I got all these bitches watching
I be fresh too death like I just hopped up out a coffin
Styrofoam no coffee
I sip hot tea, not no qually
Hood bitch sound like Carter
She just wanna fucking party
Tossed her to the squad
I turned it to a sausage party
I got money on my noggin
And my finger on the rocket
You know ima get it bitch until my casket close
I been chasing paper nigga, you been chasing hoes
I tore my A-C-L, I ball too hard like Derrick Rose
I'll never love a bitch more than the dough that's on my soul
I broke a bitch back
Slam dunk that hoe like Shaq
On my Ray Lewis shit
I'm dancing when I get the sack
I be turnt up too the max
Look I broke the thermostat
Fuck your bitch and give her back
I take your shit, won't give it back
Now I got money money money money
Bitch we play for keeps
And ima burn a nigga like a swisher if he think it's sweet
And I got to pour me up some lean
Please cause i'm a codeine fiend
I woke up high as hell
But the bitch thought I was sleep
I like my money neat nigga like I like my freaks
I like my money neat nigga like I like my freaks
When i'm riding in the G Wagon
The doors off like a chief
Just a high class street nigga
Still trapping out a suite
GLOCK!
You know ima get it bitch until my casket close
I been chasing paper nigga, you been chasing hoes
I tore my A-C-L, I ball too hard like Derrick Rose
I'll never love a bitch more than the dough that's on my soul
I'll never love a bitch more than the dough that's on my soul
You know ima get it bitch until my casket close
I been chasing paper nigga, you been chasing hoes
I tore my A-C-L, I ball too hard like Derrick Rose
I'll never love a bitch more than
the dough that's on my soul (On God)
I been chasing paper nigga, you been chasing hoes
I tore my A-C-L, I ball too hard like Derrick Rose
I'll never love a bitch more than the dough that's on my soul
Got an Alaskan Mink coat
I feel like an Eskimo
On that iceberg slim shit
You know I got all the hoes
Yeah my neck and wrist froze
You stand close might catch a cold
This money got my pocket swole
Hustle til I can't no more
You know i'm a baller
Keep my name like it was dollars
Fucking niggas daughters
I get more head than a collar
I'm Hakuna Matata
I got all these bitches watching
I be fresh too death like I just hopped up out a coffin
Styrofoam no coffee
I sip hot tea, not no qually
Hood bitch sound like Carter
She just wanna fucking party
Tossed her to the squad
I turned it to a sausage party
I got money on my noggin
And my finger on the rocket
You know ima get it bitch until my casket close
I been chasing paper nigga, you been chasing hoes
I tore my A-C-L, I ball too hard like Derrick Rose
I'll never love a bitch more than the dough that's on my soul
I broke a bitch back
Slam dunk that hoe like Shaq
On my Ray Lewis shit
I'm dancing when I get the sack
I be turnt up too the max
Look I broke the thermostat
Fuck your bitch and give her back
I take your shit, won't give it back
Now I got money money money money
Bitch we play for keeps
And ima burn a nigga like a swisher if he think it's sweet
And I got to pour me up some lean
Please cause i'm a codeine fiend
I woke up high as hell
But the bitch thought I was sleep
I like my money neat nigga like I like my freaks
I like my money neat nigga like I like my freaks
When i'm riding in the G Wagon
The doors off like a chief
Just a high class street nigga
Still trapping out a suite
GLOCK!
You know ima get it bitch until my casket close
I been chasing paper nigga, you been chasing hoes
I tore my A-C-L, I ball too hard like Derrick Rose
I'll never love a bitch more than the dough that's on my soul
I'll never love a bitch more than the dough that's on my soul
You know ima get it bitch until my casket close
I been chasing paper nigga, you been chasing hoes
I tore my A-C-L, I ball too hard like Derrick Rose
I'll never love a bitch more than
the dough that's on my soul (On God)
Credits
Writer(s): Markeyvius Cathey, Tyron Buddah Douglas, Jason Baker
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