Buck That

Buck that buck that if u an't talking money an't tring to hear it, an't tring to hear it
Buck that Buck that I'm in the ktchen
I'm on a mission tring to get the riches
Buck that buck that it's not a game
Tired of being broke soo I got to slang
Buck that buck that I never had much
Moma had a bag full of cold cuts

Let's ride
All my life I was treated as a bad guy
Never had much
Controlled the hunger in my empty gut
So u know I'm down to buss
Hopped in the game
And I copped them thangs
Now I rock them big rocks in them chains
So tell me how u fell
When u broke to finally getting a meal

I'm state to state
Tring to get this cake
I'm big money heavy weight
I put my trust in no man cause this world
Is filled with quick sand
I'm paper chasing
U paper hatting
The moves I'm making
Leave u chilling with satan
I'm off to Jamaica
I play to win like kobey with the lakers

I an't going to stop until my casket drop
It's hard to live with an't no food or utility on at your crib
Life is short like life support
If u don't believe
Try to live with out no cheese
People want come around
They'll act like u got a disease
The world is cold
So I'm stack gee's



Credits
Writer(s): Charles Baldwin
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