Op

All this money on me
This tree on me
I got a lot of both and now I'm feeling OP
All this money on me
This tree on me
I got a lot of both and now I'm feeling OP

I ain't come here dolo ho you better watch your back and such
We came here to grub and right now you could pass for lunch
Looking like a loaf of bread I'm bout to go ham on ya
Like I'm praying for that ass I'm bout to lay hands on ya
Now take the sacrament I'll show you what lavish is
When it come to green I got plenty money and cannabis
While you in your fairytale land bitch I'm an actualist
Bringing fuckers back to reality like a magic trick
Voila ta-da abracadabra
I've been killing shit so long I'm surrounded by cadavers
I put this pan off in the oven I'm done whipping the batter
I'm making fresh cake and let my women lick off the spatula

All this money on me
This tree on me
I got a lot of both and now I'm feeling OP
All this money on me
This tree on me
I got a lot of both and now I'm feeling OP

Soon as I touch it it's gon' get finished with
My bottom bitch buttered she gon' get that dough in a jiff
Unless it's Tiffany I ain't never been in a tiff
Cause all my problems getting solved or getting pushed off a cliff
I'll be smirking while they tumbling
I go in and make a change fuck all of that grumbling
I show you something humbling
How bout accounts with digits that look like I punched my number in
How bout you leave your bullshit at the door cause you can't come with it
I can smell it from a mile away
I'm on top of mountains staying elevated you just getting high today
I used to show a lot of love but now my heart's a pile of hate
And one day I may change but don't hold your breath while you waiting

All this money on me
This tree on me
I got a lot of both and now I'm feeling OP
All this money on me
This tree on me
I got a lot of both and now I'm feeling OP
All this money



Credits
Writer(s): Garry Richardson
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