Money Hawk

Yea da da yea

Bih
Fuck up off my line
Wit the small talkin
I hear the money callin
As I chase speed up pace
And the money walkin
I need chip concentrate
I be money hawkin

Hunnids fiftys twentys
Love how its feelin when I thumb it
Better yet I finger fuck it
Bitches watchin heart eye love it
I aint spend it on no vvs
Aint nothin on me busted
Nigga neva try and play me
My niggas out here bussin
Pick a spot wait til you come out
Its a quarter back we rushem
Den we skurt break bread blow tree
Celebrate mission accomplished
Aint no eva been up in me
But a minute ago I was bummy
Beggin petty hoes to love me
Now look at me out here thuggin
Flash ya shyt I 'll take ya money
Baltimore bastard on ya ass
And she come up too fast
Get the dumpin at ya ass
Give ya pockets pity pat
Thought a nigga out here lackin
Fix his lips to talk some smack
If I up it pull it he go splat

Fuck up off my line
Wit the small talkin
I hear da money callin
As I chase speed up pace
And da money walkin
I need chip concentrate
I be money hawkin

Blurp blurp
I remember draggin wit the chirp
That was years ago
Wen I dibble dabbled wit the work
No I neva was a trapper but no cap I put in work
I could neva make it happen collect deposit inserts
I juss be clockin in stayin parallel of the worst
But I got gas if you need half
Cuz dem taxes be the worst
Dumpin homes cuttin dome
A fade a day to up my balance
DykeGod on the pole
Cashin out make ya hoe cash in
I juss stay out the way
Dont hit my line if you cant pay
I money hawk all kind of way
I kno they say that crime pays
But I found some legal ways
Mixed em all together
Now im baker wit the cake

Fuck up off my line
Wit the small talkin
I hear the money callin
As I chase speed up pace
And the money walkin
I need chip concentrate
I be money hawkin

Aint shyt goin change me
Been tweakin pictures way before that shyt was hd
I left a couple in the dust I kno they hate me
I mixed the lean wit the perky I was a baby
Im mixin liquor wit blunts now my body hate me
Life been slowin up mental blowin up
My soldiers stay wit me they not juss here wen the war come
I heard some niggas talkin like they really want war or somethin
Pullup wit white flags like they drivin accords or somethin
What more can I say
I gotta get in each and every direction or way
So wut that mean
I got each and every perpetual play
Lined up so wen i shoot for it all I do is spray
Its bout time somebody on both sides
Aint takin up no sides
Still grindin to get to da money we need dat
They dont see the hard times my nigga I bleed that
Aint nobody out here clockin my digits I need that

Fuck up off my line
Wit the small talkin
I hear the money callin
As I chase speed up pace
And the money walkin
I need chip concentrate
I be money hawkin



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Writer(s): Kendra Smith
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