Found a Way
Aye
Saint
Get at me Mane
Yeah
Aye
Look
Been out the way Just Stackin my paper
Moved out the Hood and I still Got haters
I lost it all and went found a way
Right under they nose I'm round the way
I make it look Good I know it
Yeah I'm riding the foreign No ford
Yeah I'm sippin it raw i don't pour it
Yeah I got this here outta Walgreens
It Gotta be money you call me
Quit hesitating quit stalling
Aye Life is a gamble I'm all in
Had to open my eyes clean off the lense
Yeah now I see shit a lil better
Yeah Perfecting my craft getting better
Yeah Money on top of my dresser
I got money on top of my dresser
Saint
You know that he ratted and fuck with that mane, ion want nothing to do with you dog
Making my way Ima stay in my lane, can't let none of this shit throw me off
Just like the rolling papers I'm raw, bet not tell them folks what you saw
Rock him to sleep late night we gone creep
Fuck Nigga shouldn't of been fuckin wit me
Yeah I need it I want, fuck my opponent
Trap so busy Gotta set an a appointment
They say that I'm chosen, I'm felling anointed
Fulla that drank fucked around I was snoring
Woke up and went and got straight to the money
Fresh as hell I'm looking like money
Play my position I used to work corners
Me & McGale it was Me & McGale
Smoking on flavor, my bitch bad as hell
This time last year I was in a cell
Will I be rich only time a tell
Hoes on my tail, Dope on my scale
On top of the business I'm standing on that
Ezekiel Elliott running it back
Convicted felon I ain't Going back
That shit that I'm selling, can't Get caught with that
Been out the way Just Stackin my paper
Moved out the Hood and I still Got haters
I lost it all and went found a way
Right under they nose I'm round the way
I make it look Good I know it
Yeah I'm riding the foreign No ford
Yeah I'm sippin it raw i don't pour it
Yeah I got this here outta Walgreens
It Gotta be money you call me
Quit hesitating quit stalling
Aye Life is a gamble I'm all in
Had to open my eyes clean off the lense
Yea now I see shit a lil better
Yeah Perfecting my craft getting better
Yeah Money on top of my dresser
I got money on top of my dresser
Saint
Saint
Get at me Mane
Yeah
Aye
Look
Been out the way Just Stackin my paper
Moved out the Hood and I still Got haters
I lost it all and went found a way
Right under they nose I'm round the way
I make it look Good I know it
Yeah I'm riding the foreign No ford
Yeah I'm sippin it raw i don't pour it
Yeah I got this here outta Walgreens
It Gotta be money you call me
Quit hesitating quit stalling
Aye Life is a gamble I'm all in
Had to open my eyes clean off the lense
Yeah now I see shit a lil better
Yeah Perfecting my craft getting better
Yeah Money on top of my dresser
I got money on top of my dresser
Saint
You know that he ratted and fuck with that mane, ion want nothing to do with you dog
Making my way Ima stay in my lane, can't let none of this shit throw me off
Just like the rolling papers I'm raw, bet not tell them folks what you saw
Rock him to sleep late night we gone creep
Fuck Nigga shouldn't of been fuckin wit me
Yeah I need it I want, fuck my opponent
Trap so busy Gotta set an a appointment
They say that I'm chosen, I'm felling anointed
Fulla that drank fucked around I was snoring
Woke up and went and got straight to the money
Fresh as hell I'm looking like money
Play my position I used to work corners
Me & McGale it was Me & McGale
Smoking on flavor, my bitch bad as hell
This time last year I was in a cell
Will I be rich only time a tell
Hoes on my tail, Dope on my scale
On top of the business I'm standing on that
Ezekiel Elliott running it back
Convicted felon I ain't Going back
That shit that I'm selling, can't Get caught with that
Been out the way Just Stackin my paper
Moved out the Hood and I still Got haters
I lost it all and went found a way
Right under they nose I'm round the way
I make it look Good I know it
Yeah I'm riding the foreign No ford
Yeah I'm sippin it raw i don't pour it
Yeah I got this here outta Walgreens
It Gotta be money you call me
Quit hesitating quit stalling
Aye Life is a gamble I'm all in
Had to open my eyes clean off the lense
Yea now I see shit a lil better
Yeah Perfecting my craft getting better
Yeah Money on top of my dresser
I got money on top of my dresser
Saint
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