Soul Ties 2 (U!!!)
If they took it all away, then really how far would you go
And I put it all on my plate
And maybe thats all that you know
And maybe thats all that you know
And maybe thats all that you know
Maybe thats all that you know
And maybe thats all I can
Get money and fall away, I prolly might hit me a show
Miami it hit me and froze
I'm finna go ball away
And maybe thats all that you know
The money thats all that I know
Yeah maybe thats all that you know
Yeah maybe thats all that you.
If I hit a milli today
I promise I'd let you know
Instead I should walk away
You shady you walk to the store
Get money you buy you a bag
The bag it can't buy you no more
I get to this bag of this money
I spend all my money on ho's
I spend all my money on her
My money don't know where it goes
I never be counting them digits, I never spend money on clothes
I'm ballin like I'm Scotty Pippen, I'm blockin; she trinna hit low
I'm cooking like I'm in the kitchen
I'm hot like the mufuckin stove
I'm hot like the mufuckin stove
Lets pop let that mufucka go
I rock and I mufuckin roll
Everything I touch: it turn to gold
I got my cheese and my steak, it's like Philly
All of these chains on my neck, I can't feel it
I got my range and my racks is like "really?"
My money don't ever stop at the ceiling
And I put it all on my plate
And maybe thats all that you know
And maybe thats all that you know
And maybe thats all that you know
Maybe thats all that you know
And maybe thats all I can
Get money and fall away, I prolly might hit me a show
Miami it hit me and froze
I'm finna go ball away
And maybe thats all that you know
The money thats all that I know
Yeah maybe thats all that you know
Yeah maybe thats all that you.
If I hit a milli today
I promise I'd let you know
Instead I should walk away
You shady you walk to the store
Get money you buy you a bag
The bag it can't buy you no more
I get to this bag of this money
I spend all my money on ho's
I spend all my money on her
My money don't know where it goes
I never be counting them digits, I never spend money on clothes
I'm ballin like I'm Scotty Pippen, I'm blockin; she trinna hit low
I'm cooking like I'm in the kitchen
I'm hot like the mufuckin stove
I'm hot like the mufuckin stove
Lets pop let that mufucka go
I rock and I mufuckin roll
Everything I touch: it turn to gold
I got my cheese and my steak, it's like Philly
All of these chains on my neck, I can't feel it
I got my range and my racks is like "really?"
My money don't ever stop at the ceiling
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Writer(s): Justyn Hall
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