Never Lose (feat. Wiz Lykos)

If you want the money
Better go get the money
Cause the money won't come to you
Don't nothing come free
Get the fuck from round me
No suckers round me just move
Back for the bag
Stacking the cash
Asking for that and we gon shoot
Mac's in the back
Taxing a pack
Fasten the strap we never lose
If you want the money
Better go get the money
Cause the money won't come to you
Don't nothing come free
Get the fuck from round me
No suckers round me just move
Back for the bag
Stacking the cash
Asking for that and we gon shoot
Mac's in the back
taxing a pack
Fasten the strap we never lose

I'm dripping I'm dripping I'm balling foreal
Winning I'm winning and y'all in ya feels
Since the beginning they calling for Millz
I'm rapping spinning round y'all with skills
Swimming in women wish all y'all could chill
Smokeing and drinking plus I'm on a pill
I sold my soul because I wanna deal
But my soul was empty so all y'all can chill
Full of my self full of my self
Ya little bitch im full of my self
I'm in my bag Trynna fill with Wealth
They in my Head Trynna fill it with doubt
Bite yo I tongue while it's still in ya mouth
This your show but this is my house
Coulda had doe but he rather have clout
Coulda used flow you rather just shout
And I Got a
Big ass check big bank roll
My heart and my chain cold
They gon move for peso
And they shoot that drako
Spray yo care no mako
I'm Jose
Drugged up at the plate gone
Grand slam with the base loaded
Grand slam with the bases loaded
Big watch with the face on it
Big eagle no trace on it
Instagram ain't the place for it
Squad don't want no static with me
No charge for the smoke u can have that for free
Run up the up dope and bag it for cheap
And watch how love it come back in a week

If you want the money
Better go get the money
Cause the money won't come to you
Don't nothing come free
Get the fuck from round me
No suckers round me just move
Back for the bag
Stacking the cash
Asking for that and we gon shoot
Mac's in the back
Taxing a pack
Fasten the strap we never lose
If you want the money
Better go get the money
Cause the money won't come to you
Don't nothing come free
Get the fuck from round me
No suckers round me just move
Back for the bag
Stacking the cash
Asking for that and we gon shoot
Mac's in the back
taxing a pack
Fasten the strap we never lose

Ain't nobody running with the WIIZ on a footnote
Me and Nine Milli rap hard like a book though
Chillin with some bunny's Hip Hop that's good strokes
I don't want a thot just a bitch with a good throat
Roll Exo my team looking high like a missile
Never act up tote pistols
Gotta have skill if I diss you
Listen when I say not a soul gon miss you
Bullseye bitch I don't miss the target
Loading word clips my wrist is popping
Niggas think you next boy your lips are jockin
I don't fear shit but my empty pockets
They talking nonsense
I'll pay you no mind your bars are thoughtless
Spend more time I'm on the top list
Ain't gotta comply
I'll stop it with the jokes when you niggas know Ly
Up until then you can find me on the coast
Big mistake tryna show up at a show
My boys negate anything you can throw
Niggas hands sick like moss in a bowl
Tell me if you caught that? Randy man
I mean I'm handy man
Better show me where the bars it ain't candyland
Son I'll murk you in a box like sandy bland
Understand me man my pen is damaging
I been sick like wow me and Nine Millz getting cheese we goats
Treated like ghosts and we still with the pen finna buss can they match up no
They got whack ass smoke
Work pack ain't a go
Light za by the O and we exhale slow for the bullshit
All you niggas talk about is packing a full clip
All we do is rap about truth we don't lose bitch

If you want the money
Better go get the money
Cause the money won't come to you
Don't nothing come free
Get the fuck from round me
No suckers round me just move
Back for the bag
Stacking the cash
Asking for that and we gon shoot
Mac's in the back
Taxing a pack
Fasten the strap we never lose
If you want the money
Better go get the money
Cause the money won't come to you
Don't nothing come free
Get the fuck from round me
No suckers round me just move
Back for the bag
Stacking the cash
Asking for that and we gon shoot
Mac's in the back
Taxing a pack
Fasten the strap we never lose



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Glidden
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