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In love wit dollar bills baby
I can't do no date night
I been chasin' after mills lately
Gotta get my cake right

Ima make it out the field safely
Cuz I'm down to spray pipe
Betta duck, cuz they gon kill crazy
Shootas get yo face right

They comin' in the daylight
So you betta grip yo K tight
Know they came to handle business
Hell nahh, they ain't gon play fight

You know G $o the goat
And on the beat, I ain't gon play nice
I get to tellin' stories
Like a muhhfuckin playwright

Member back I was a youngin' on the court
I used to pass and shoot
I grew up out them sports
Just so I could see a pack or too

Start prayin' to the Lord, cuz we was poor
I want a rack or few
Plus I got my sword, when I record
Just to whack a fool

Gon see me all on tour, rappin' chorus
Came from trappin' oouu
Ex bitch hurt my core, she left me sore
And now I'm snappin' boo

Came from doin' chores, slidin' taurus
I been stackin' blues
My brother left me tore, I can't afford
To get caught lackin' dude

You gon see me prevail, not in a cell
Cuz I ain't average
I'm gon be doin' well, not in a jail
You see me stackin' it

The shit I spit be hell, and you can tell
Because I'm rappin' quick
Brodie servin' bells, to mask the smell
You know he wrappin' it

In love wit dollar bills baby
I can't do no date night
I been chasin' after mills lately
Gotta get my cake right

Ima make it out the field safely
Cuz I'm down to spray pipe
Betta duck, cuz they gon kill crazy
Shootas get yo face right

They comin' in the daylight
So you betta grip yo K tight
Know they came to handle business
Hell nahh, they ain't gon play fight

You know G $o the goat
And on the beat, I ain't gon play nice
I get to tellin' stories
Like a muhhfuckin playwright

Pablo since you died
I been out here gettin' yo name lit
Been switchin' up my rhymes
I'm just hopin' I could change shit

Them nights I used to cry, I swear to God
I felt so lame bitch
Thinkin' bout them times, we gettin' high
We smokin' games lit

But I can't even cap
I ain't even smoked a Game since
Been fuckin' wit da trap
I want the money, not no fame shit

Start turnin' up in rap
So them foreigns, I can lane switch
You run up, Ima clap
Lost my brother, so my brain sick

I'm just high off life
Ain't indulgin' in no foolishness
Make sure my people right
Cuz one day we gon be too legit

Make sure they grippin' pipes
If you try it, then that tool'll kick
You gon need you a eulogist
Get hit up, when my shoota pissed

In love wit dollar bills baby
I can't do no date night
I been chasin' after mills lately
Gotta get my cake right

Ima make it out the field safely
Cuz I'm down to spray pipe
Betta duck, cuz they gon kill crazy
Shootas get yo face right

They comin' in the daylight
So you betta grip yo K tight
Know they came to handle business
Hell nahh, they ain't gon play fight

You know G $o the goat
And on the beat, I ain't gon play nice
I get to tellin' stories
Like a muhhfuckin playwright



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Writer(s): Keonte Bradley
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