Money on the Way

Money on the way
Might as well run it up
Liquor by the case
Hope you could keep it up
Shawty wanna stay
Too late I already fucked
She wanna touch base
Like lightning already struck

Every Time
She
Says that I miss you
It poses the issue

She wet like Atlantis
Her body original
Plot on her heart
And then take like a criminal
I'm getting sounds out her
That's Far from a syllable

I swear she my type
But I don't get love right
give it my all
and end up with a knife
In my back
And I swear it repeats like a cycle

Lost in our story
went wrong from the title

Gave you my heart I put that on the Bible
Gave you my time you aint cancel the trial
Way that you moving my mind moving idle
Ignore the signs feeding into denial

Snap back to my senses
Know I'm from the trenches
Shit seen through my lenses
Would Make you defensive

Changed for the better
Maneuver like weather
Lock memories deep in my head like a cellar

Now I cant take em serious
These hoes be delirious
Won't step in my crib for much more than a visit

They want a good nigga
But cant tell the difference
Do it for clout and then ask for deliverance
Don't care about morals if money still printing
Dont matter to me im far a critic
She wet like the water
That's being specific
Im reaching my limit
But lost in her thickness

Money on the way
Might as well run it up
Liquor by the case
Hope you could keep it up
Shawty wanna stay
Too late I already fucked
She wanna touch base
Like lightning already struck

Money on the way
Might as well run it up
Liquor by the case
Hope you could keep it up
Shawty wanna stay
Too late I already fucked
She wanna touch base
Like lightning already struck