downer
We like to get fucked up
We get fucked in the head
I just took enough to take my life
I'm already dead, dead
Hoe look at my pockets, they be fatter than these hoes
Too many bitches on my dick, I'm finna turn into a ghost
Too much money ain't enough, money counted
My choppa be chopping, that shit sound like money counter
*frrrr beep* how my money count
If you ain't cryin bout you bag then what you cryin bout?
I know these mfs broke I don't know why they around her
Turn a mf on a upper, to a downer
I'm in love with money and bitches I think I'm drownin
He act like he know me, but he do not know my power
Big dog, he a flower
Sniper him from the tower
Thoughts are gettin louder
See who hit the g-g
Big dog, he a flower
Sniper him from the tower
Thoughts are gettin louder
See who hit the ground first
I got a big house, big guns
Big body, big drums
He a big talker we gone turn him to a victim
I be with my gang, with my dogs we gone sick em
I ain't into talkin put them bullets through your system
I know these mfs broke I don't know why they around her
Turn a mf on a upper, to a downer
I'm in love with money and bitches I think I'm drownin
He act like he know me, but he do not know my power
Big dog, he a flower
Sniper him from the tower
Thoughts are gettin louder
See who hit the g-g
Big dog, he a flower
Sniper him from the tower
Thoughts are gettin louder
See who hit the ground first
We get fucked in the head
I just took enough to take my life
I'm already dead, dead
Hoe look at my pockets, they be fatter than these hoes
Too many bitches on my dick, I'm finna turn into a ghost
Too much money ain't enough, money counted
My choppa be chopping, that shit sound like money counter
*frrrr beep* how my money count
If you ain't cryin bout you bag then what you cryin bout?
I know these mfs broke I don't know why they around her
Turn a mf on a upper, to a downer
I'm in love with money and bitches I think I'm drownin
He act like he know me, but he do not know my power
Big dog, he a flower
Sniper him from the tower
Thoughts are gettin louder
See who hit the g-g
Big dog, he a flower
Sniper him from the tower
Thoughts are gettin louder
See who hit the ground first
I got a big house, big guns
Big body, big drums
He a big talker we gone turn him to a victim
I be with my gang, with my dogs we gone sick em
I ain't into talkin put them bullets through your system
I know these mfs broke I don't know why they around her
Turn a mf on a upper, to a downer
I'm in love with money and bitches I think I'm drownin
He act like he know me, but he do not know my power
Big dog, he a flower
Sniper him from the tower
Thoughts are gettin louder
See who hit the g-g
Big dog, he a flower
Sniper him from the tower
Thoughts are gettin louder
See who hit the ground first
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Writer(s): Izzy Z
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