Strain Relief

I get to the money every day
Shooters take care of me like my maid
I get to the money every day
Shooters take care of me like my maid

I get to the money like I said ye eh
Everywhere I go I'm with pull up gang
Trynna take my chain
They ain't got no chance
I be getting change I be getting dollars period

I be getting to the bag
Like is nothing to me
Put it on my friends
Imma put it on my goonies

My mama had left
When I was just a kid
And she came back with another three kids
I gotta hold it down for my bros and lil sis
I've been on my grind overseas
And my drip came straight out the sea
And my dad he be moving them bricks
So they tried to kept me away from him
I didn't know him until I was like fourteen
I went from a kid to a men
From ten to eighteen
Eighteen to nineteen selling weed with my mans
177 CBDLE 651 E
The south side of the street
I'm pushing this weight
Don't you push up on me
Shout out to James he be looking out for me
Preaching the gospel to me
To make sure that I can see
What they hiding from me

Think I can't see
If back in the days
You ain't fucking with me
See me getting money
Wanna be right here next to me
I say fuck 'em

Imma ride with my brothers and shottas
Imma
Keep on chasing out the dollar
Imma
keep on chasing out the richest
Imma fuck around
And fuck one of you bitches

Imma ride with my brothers and shottas
Imma
Keep on chasing out the dollar
Imma
Keep on chasing out the richest
Imma fuck around
And fuck one of you bitches

I get to the money every day
Shooters take care of me like my maid
I get to the money every day
Shooters take care of me like my maid

I get to the money every day
Shooters take care of me like my maid
I get to the money every day
Shooters take care of me like my maid



Credits
Writer(s): Haisson Villareal
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