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Yeah
The fruit hang low in this life and it's all free
Niggas too slow, I'm done screaming the, know what I mean
STG not a gang, trying to turn to a army
50k to the bank and it's all me
I might sign on the line with The Money Team
Not a boxer, I'ma box you, say the wrong thing
Talk to Momma, she got a problem with what I sing
Boy you never know what words can bring
These bitches better bring ca-ching
I ain't eating no sweets
Unless I'ma get a Payday
Boy you never know what words can bring
Guess niggas ain't on the same page
'Cause I don't want them
But they want me
I'm not greedy
But ain't no telling
How they'd do me
With the same shoes on other feet
So I don't want them
'Cause ain't no telling
Huh
'Cause ain't no telling
Huh
Huh
The fruit hang low in this life and it's all free
Niggas too slow, I'm done screaming the know what I mean
STG not a gang, trying to turn to a army
50k to the bank and it's all me
I might sign on the line with The Money Team
Not a boxer, I'ma box you, say the wrong thing
Talk to Momma, she got a problem with what I sing
Talk to Momma, she got a problem with what I
These bitches better bring ca-ching
I ain't eating no sweets
Unless I'ma get a Payday
Guess niggas ain't on the same page
'Cause I don't want them
But they want me
I'm not greedy
But ain't no telling
'Cause ain't no telling
'Cause ain't no telling
My table has run out
Of chairs, it seems
But more than enough for me
The fruit hang low in this life and it's all free
Niggas too slow, I'm done screaming the, know what I mean
STG not a gang, trying to turn to a army
50k to the bank and it's all me
I might sign on the line with The Money Team
Not a boxer, I'ma box you, say the wrong thing
Talk to Momma, she got a problem with what I sing
Boy you never know what words can bring
These bitches better bring ca-ching
I ain't eating no sweets
Unless I'ma get a Payday
Boy you never know what words can bring
Guess niggas ain't on the same page
'Cause I don't want them
But they want me
I'm not greedy
But ain't no telling
How they'd do me
With the same shoes on other feet
So I don't want them
'Cause ain't no telling
Huh
'Cause ain't no telling
Huh
Huh
The fruit hang low in this life and it's all free
Niggas too slow, I'm done screaming the know what I mean
STG not a gang, trying to turn to a army
50k to the bank and it's all me
I might sign on the line with The Money Team
Not a boxer, I'ma box you, say the wrong thing
Talk to Momma, she got a problem with what I sing
Talk to Momma, she got a problem with what I
These bitches better bring ca-ching
I ain't eating no sweets
Unless I'ma get a Payday
Guess niggas ain't on the same page
'Cause I don't want them
But they want me
I'm not greedy
But ain't no telling
'Cause ain't no telling
'Cause ain't no telling
My table has run out
Of chairs, it seems
But more than enough for me
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Writer(s): Kolby Peel
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