M & P

At the end of the day I'm standing on morals and principles
Life in the streets can get critical
I ran it up off a digital
That's what the winners do
Put your man on he look pitiful
We put that shit on that boy had so many holes his shit
His shit look like the back of a crate
We got that shit in here boy you can come get you a load
Just push up down back in the gates
I'm hustling Monday through Sunday
Love to take off on that runway
Long ass flight from that one way
It's all about money and murder
Which one you working
He wasn't never like that in the first place
Heavy surveillance all over my spot i don't trust shit
How you love me and you bonding with shit I don't fuck with
I get a truck load gone off my face card
What I spent on my kicks could have bought me about eight cars

Forty eight fifty it's cranking shit jumping like ja
We got bags of that g we got bags of that za
I'm the one in position yea bankroll a star
Still run with them niggas going put in park
It's a all star game on my block when them shooters out
How many niggas got shot shit I'm losing count
Brodie still stashing the phone when they do the count
Niggas don't want me win but ain't shit they can do about it
Niggas on instagram thinking they really that
Don't trip I'm just fucking the ho im going send her back
Wherever you post up that's where I send them at
These niggas gettin touched niggas ain't gettin back
Meanwhile bitch I'm still pushing narcotics
Ice on my neck feet up in the tropics
Jackin that money ain't making no profit
We ain't having no money problems fuck it I got it
Trap one o one I got perfect attendance
Winter time we don't do super dry I'm rocking fendi
I might popout in givenchy she thought I was feeling her
Now she like bank why you spin me
I might popout in a Bentley eating five star meals but I still take a bitch to the wendys
Whole world gone off them switches
But I still chase a nigga ass down with the glizzy on semi

At the end of the day I'm standing on morals and principles
Life in the streets can get critical
I ran it up off a digital
That's what the winners do
Put your man on he look pitiful
We put that shit on that boy had so many holes
His shit his shit look like the back of a crate
We got that shit in here boy you can come get you a load
Just push up down back in the gates
I'm hustling Monday through Sunday
Love to takeoff on that runway
Long ass flight from that one way
It's all about money and murder
Which one you working
He wasn't never like that in the first place
Heavy surveillance all over my spot i don't trust shit
How you love me and you bonding with shit I don't fuck with
I get a truck load gone off my face card
Run up them racks and invest in yourself it's going pay off



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Writer(s): Bankroll Shawty
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