Oro
I been flippin' wax by the pack for the dough
Lose it everyday, so I can go and get some more
I'm hopin' you can hit my line before I get it sold
The money makin's on the rise for those who want the gold
I gotta go hard, cause I'm only getting older and this world be getting colder
Got a whole lot on my plate
All this weight up on my shoulders
It's time to make a play
It's time to get things back in order
Finally got my head on straight
I been flippin' wax by the pack for the dough
Lose it everyday, so I can go and get some more
I'm hopin' you can hit my line before I get it sold
The money makin's on the rise for those who want the gold
Brown eyed girl, with the sundress
Wanna get undressed
Suppress, can't regress from this entire depressive mess
I will not talk to the press, expressive till I am oppressed
Repressive till I have regrets
Whoa, so this is how I go
The door is gonna close
So I let my body decompose to feed the clovers out my ass,
Right through the grass, it's over
Getting bolder, not a rock. I'm a boulder
Cock it back once, then I feel it in my shoulder
Shouldn't you stay out of her messages until she gets a little older?
Own up to it, homie. You're a man now
Everybody's catchin' up to all your plans now
Lookin like a standout, now ya gotta stand down
Time to empty all the trash, it's filling up the valley
Talkin all that shit until you're caught up in an alley
Stupid motherfucker, man I swear!
I been flippin' wax by the pack for the dough
Lose it everyday so I can go and get some more
I'm hopin' you can hit my line before I get it sold
The money makin's on the rise for those who want the gold
I been flippin' wax by the pack for the dough
Lose it everyday, so I can go and get some more
I'm hopin' you can hit my line before I get it sold
The money makin's on the rise for those who want the gold
I been flipping packs, tryna stack
No, I never lack
Alway got the gas in my knapsack, rollin' up
Picture me rollin' in a drop-top Cadillac
Grippin' wood grain, got the windows five percent tinted
Blowin' on that good, yeah you know I stay lifted
Blessed with this rap shit, yeah you know I'm gifted
From the Southwest, so I gotta represent it
I'm a Lobo in the desert, so you know that I'm with it
I gotta go hard, cause I'm only getting older and this world be getting colder
Got a whole lot on my plate
All this weight up on my shoulders
It's time to make a play
It's time to get things back in order
Finally got my head on straight
Yeah you know we makin' weight
Get the fuck out my face
Felt like such a disgrace
Cause I remember I was broke, yeah I was lost
Tired of taking losses, switched my mindset
Now I'm thinkin' like a boss
Let's get back to the business
I been gettin' to the money and I ain't with the dumb shit
I'm just tryna do me!
You comin' for mine, I let off my nine
Nobody's stoppin' my grind
Yeah I gotta get it, I'm taking this shit
And I'm runnin' with it, no I ain't fumblin' it
I've been down and out, can't get a hold of things
Shit seems to be spiraling out of control
Comin' up off of the things that I know
We chasin' this cash, still tryna survive
Get up off my ass, and do this thing right
Cause I'm taking my lessons and I'm runnin' with em
Switched the struggle got back on my hustle
Comin out the gutter, we making our way to the top
This shit ain't gonna stop
Stackin' my guap
You know blue hunnids is all that I want!
Lose it everyday, so I can go and get some more
I'm hopin' you can hit my line before I get it sold
The money makin's on the rise for those who want the gold
I gotta go hard, cause I'm only getting older and this world be getting colder
Got a whole lot on my plate
All this weight up on my shoulders
It's time to make a play
It's time to get things back in order
Finally got my head on straight
I been flippin' wax by the pack for the dough
Lose it everyday, so I can go and get some more
I'm hopin' you can hit my line before I get it sold
The money makin's on the rise for those who want the gold
Brown eyed girl, with the sundress
Wanna get undressed
Suppress, can't regress from this entire depressive mess
I will not talk to the press, expressive till I am oppressed
Repressive till I have regrets
Whoa, so this is how I go
The door is gonna close
So I let my body decompose to feed the clovers out my ass,
Right through the grass, it's over
Getting bolder, not a rock. I'm a boulder
Cock it back once, then I feel it in my shoulder
Shouldn't you stay out of her messages until she gets a little older?
Own up to it, homie. You're a man now
Everybody's catchin' up to all your plans now
Lookin like a standout, now ya gotta stand down
Time to empty all the trash, it's filling up the valley
Talkin all that shit until you're caught up in an alley
Stupid motherfucker, man I swear!
I been flippin' wax by the pack for the dough
Lose it everyday so I can go and get some more
I'm hopin' you can hit my line before I get it sold
The money makin's on the rise for those who want the gold
I been flippin' wax by the pack for the dough
Lose it everyday, so I can go and get some more
I'm hopin' you can hit my line before I get it sold
The money makin's on the rise for those who want the gold
I been flipping packs, tryna stack
No, I never lack
Alway got the gas in my knapsack, rollin' up
Picture me rollin' in a drop-top Cadillac
Grippin' wood grain, got the windows five percent tinted
Blowin' on that good, yeah you know I stay lifted
Blessed with this rap shit, yeah you know I'm gifted
From the Southwest, so I gotta represent it
I'm a Lobo in the desert, so you know that I'm with it
I gotta go hard, cause I'm only getting older and this world be getting colder
Got a whole lot on my plate
All this weight up on my shoulders
It's time to make a play
It's time to get things back in order
Finally got my head on straight
Yeah you know we makin' weight
Get the fuck out my face
Felt like such a disgrace
Cause I remember I was broke, yeah I was lost
Tired of taking losses, switched my mindset
Now I'm thinkin' like a boss
Let's get back to the business
I been gettin' to the money and I ain't with the dumb shit
I'm just tryna do me!
You comin' for mine, I let off my nine
Nobody's stoppin' my grind
Yeah I gotta get it, I'm taking this shit
And I'm runnin' with it, no I ain't fumblin' it
I've been down and out, can't get a hold of things
Shit seems to be spiraling out of control
Comin' up off of the things that I know
We chasin' this cash, still tryna survive
Get up off my ass, and do this thing right
Cause I'm taking my lessons and I'm runnin' with em
Switched the struggle got back on my hustle
Comin out the gutter, we making our way to the top
This shit ain't gonna stop
Stackin' my guap
You know blue hunnids is all that I want!
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Writer(s): David Martinez
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