Dceased (Torryn Remix)
I used to have hope for them now I don't
Keep moving stealth, we stay in a cloak
Niggas be mad they hate when they broke
Ain't no president taking my vote
Niggas be wack and thinking they woke
You seeing what they are when you get close
Counting the digits the racks they ain't slow
Know they be hating when they get exposed
I'm making money, I'm making money
I'm making money, I'm making money
I'm making money, I'm making money
I'm making money, I'm making money
Always been real I never do fake
I got to eat so I'm cleaning the plate
All of this money I make, it came in late
Now you gon' hate, I don't relate
Now they telling me pass the bread
When they never gave me a break
Remember you left me on read
You can't back up what you said
Now you get flipped on yo head
My heart was deceased
Now I just live like I'm sleep
Don't you wish your man was me
I'm spending the cheese
Lil bitch I be poppin' like grease
And my neck on freeze
They like you being dramatic
Don't need a barbie, no bitch being plastic
I'm making money, the trick is not magic
You can be real, but your crew is not matching
I used to have hope for them now I don't
Keep moving stealth, we stay in a cloak
Niggas be mad they hate when they broke
Ain't no president taking my vote
Niggas be wack and thinking they woke
You seeing what they are when you get close
Counting the digits the racks they ain't slow
Know they be hating when they get exposed
I'm making money, I'm making money
I'm making money, I'm making money
I'm making money, I'm making money
I'm making money, I'm making money
Yeahh
My shooters on green they ready they with AR's
We ride in the hummers, lambos, scat cars
No they can't hang with us cause we too hard
She said that she love me but I don't got no heart
We getting to money, too geeked
Flying us out into Greece
Making it sure that we eat
I think it's so insane,
That this life was a dream
But it's not make believe
Now we doing our thing
It's for sure they hate
Switch up
My heart is deceased, you can't wake a broken beast
Love just end in tragedies, women stay away from me
Baby girl what you don't see is how you ruined me
Ain't no falling in no more, only give if they give more
I bring that Don Julio, that 'Cardi, poisoning my cup
I got too many bitches wishing ill they gotta go
They say you doing good is when they wishing that you don't
Singing on my microphone, sip out styrofoam
Making my money
Baby I'm way too geeked
We geeked, we geeked
Keep moving stealth, we stay in a cloak
Niggas be mad they hate when they broke
Ain't no president taking my vote
Niggas be wack and thinking they woke
You seeing what they are when you get close
Counting the digits the racks they ain't slow
Know they be hating when they get exposed
I'm making money, I'm making money
I'm making money, I'm making money
I'm making money, I'm making money
I'm making money, I'm making money
Always been real I never do fake
I got to eat so I'm cleaning the plate
All of this money I make, it came in late
Now you gon' hate, I don't relate
Now they telling me pass the bread
When they never gave me a break
Remember you left me on read
You can't back up what you said
Now you get flipped on yo head
My heart was deceased
Now I just live like I'm sleep
Don't you wish your man was me
I'm spending the cheese
Lil bitch I be poppin' like grease
And my neck on freeze
They like you being dramatic
Don't need a barbie, no bitch being plastic
I'm making money, the trick is not magic
You can be real, but your crew is not matching
I used to have hope for them now I don't
Keep moving stealth, we stay in a cloak
Niggas be mad they hate when they broke
Ain't no president taking my vote
Niggas be wack and thinking they woke
You seeing what they are when you get close
Counting the digits the racks they ain't slow
Know they be hating when they get exposed
I'm making money, I'm making money
I'm making money, I'm making money
I'm making money, I'm making money
I'm making money, I'm making money
Yeahh
My shooters on green they ready they with AR's
We ride in the hummers, lambos, scat cars
No they can't hang with us cause we too hard
She said that she love me but I don't got no heart
We getting to money, too geeked
Flying us out into Greece
Making it sure that we eat
I think it's so insane,
That this life was a dream
But it's not make believe
Now we doing our thing
It's for sure they hate
Switch up
My heart is deceased, you can't wake a broken beast
Love just end in tragedies, women stay away from me
Baby girl what you don't see is how you ruined me
Ain't no falling in no more, only give if they give more
I bring that Don Julio, that 'Cardi, poisoning my cup
I got too many bitches wishing ill they gotta go
They say you doing good is when they wishing that you don't
Singing on my microphone, sip out styrofoam
Making my money
Baby I'm way too geeked
We geeked, we geeked
Credits
Writer(s): Jamary Miranda
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