South Beach Twins

Been in my bag nah I been up in a different mode
Cashing out and I ain't even get a chance to hit the road
Giving up ya life you don't pay what a nigga owed
Feds always watching got me switching up in different code

Never test a nigga just know I'm gone win
If you drop the location them killers gone spin
Then I fly to south beach and I'm fucking on twins
She cheated on me I started fucking her friends

Put white in her mouth you'll think it's foam
Talk to god better pray I don't send you home
Calling god better hope that he got a phone
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Bah split a nigga dome

CEO going ape shit on a bitch
Bullets got him lagging make a lil nigga glitch
Love the fam and I promise that I never switch
And if I got it then I make all my brothers rich

I know it well and I always gotta play my role
In the city where you always gotta keep a pole
Tryna get rich know I gotta reach my goal
Try to cross a nigga know you gotta pay the toll

Bodies dropping you can't see it but you smell the odor
Put a smile on her face I'm moving like the Joker
Cuban links or I buy ya girl a diamond choker
I'm fiending for the money and I never stay sober

She send the addy and you know that I'm sliding through
I want her friend so you know she inviting two
Ain't worried lil nigga I ain't fighting you
The get back real duck when we riding through

Spraying 2ks so I keep a green beam
Need the money want the bread I need that cream cheese
VVS too bright she can't see a thing
I'm 32 I'm with my brothers we the dream team

Count it up Ima make sure a nigga ball
Hating ass niggas waiting on me to fall
Too slick bitch know a nigga seen it all
Fuck that hoe I want the money and I need it all

Glenwood hometown where you find his body
Long nose .45 but I call it Scottie
Gun him down all alone right up in the lobby
I'm back on bullshit and I bet a nigga can't stop me

20/20 vision all I gotta see is paper
Need the bread I need the cake I'm feeling like a baker
32 and I'm balling ain't a nigga greater
I set him up he back doored and killed by his neighbor

Now bitches wanna fuck cuz they see me shine
And it came from hard work you can't knock the grind
Worry bout ya bitch nigga before I make her mine
And if it ain't about the money I can't waste no time

He swallow bullets cuz a nigga couldn't swallow pride
Fighting for his life damn at least the nigga tried
Grab the clips load and the sticks cuz we fina slide
Sirens ringing mama crying cuz a nigga died

Down bad made mistakes had to learn a lesson
Making music counting money it'll ease depression
Why you think I'm working hard out in every session
The money is the answer you don't even need the question

You don't even need the question my nigga
Like if you ain't making money then what the fuck is you doing?
If the purpose ain't got no green as the outcome like what is you doing nigga?

Mob ties on a nigga put him in the trunk
Body reeking smell the odor smelling like a skunk
Catch him sober or we catch him when a nigga drunk
All he seen was bald heads like a praying monk

Cuban link glowing in the light you see it glimmer
Catch on him the road and we shooting up his sprinter
Dropping bodies then I wave like a game winner
And I'm god's favorite son but a devil sinner

Got the sauce for a bitch loving how I drip
Stood ten toes for 'em so I never slip
Thought he caught me lacking but we had to flip the script
Caught him at the light then we airing out his whip

Word around town I need the M's by the dozen
We gone stomp a nigga out then the gang get to rushing
Or I do my own dirt and I'll face repercussions
She cheated on me I started fucking her cousin

Lil bitch