Symphonic Poem No. 8, "Heroide Funebre" (Liszt)

Getting this money, counting this guap
Real street niggas, don't fuck with the cops
First thing when I wake up, get right to this
money, no breakfast
Watch me like jake, 'fore I go to bed, count
amount of the money, no Everest
Cause I want some new Gucci, I want some
Versace, my bitch say she want some
Giuseppes
So soon as hit up my ese, I get the P's off,
and come play on the block, ain't no Tetris
My men from the valley, my loud came from
Denver, money the first thing, that's on my
agenda
Walk in the club, make it feel like September,
money fall like October, could tell I'm a winner
Just look at my wrist, make it feel like
December, it's covered in ice, like the middle
of winter
You see my side piece, and you wish you could
hit her (I fuck her tonight, and tomorrow
forget her!)
No Benihanas for dinner, glasses of Aces all
for dinner, since I remember
AM I get up, get this workout, I ain't talking
no sit-ups, with this weed, guess you could
Call me a vendor, if I'm on then we on, I put
on my niggas, by PM
I'm counting this money, my bitch said "You
coming to bed?" and I told her "Ho, give me a
minute!"
I wake up in the morning and I get straight to
the money
From AM to PM I keep them presidents coming
I made something from nothing
I just bought me a coupe
I pop the top with one button, ain't got no
use for no roof
From AM to PM, from AM to PM from AM to PM
From AM to PM, from AM to PM, from AM to PM
I wake up in the morning and I get straight to
the money
Before I go to bed, make sure I count up all
hunnids
Walk in my closet, it look like the mall, draped
in designer, no keys for my cars
Walk in the club and we balling, my section got
bottles I ain't got no use for no bar
My diamonds is VV, I see yours is clarity, take
one look at me, you could see ain't no flaws
These bitches they love me, they see I throw
money, I make her ass give me a round of
applause
AM to PM, AM to PM, I get this money from AM
to PM
Your bitch she a groupie, I might fuck your
BM, buy her a BM, all in my DMs
Got rich off this weed and this rap, fuck with
the robbers, still hang in the trap
AM I'm spending this money so I can go re-up,
by PM I'm bringing it back
I wake up in the morning and I get straight to
the money
From AM to PM I keep them presidents coming
I made something from nothing, I just bought
me a coupe
I pop the top with one button, ain't got no
use for no roof
From AM to PM, from AM to PM from AM to PM
From AM to PM, from AM to PM, from AM to PM
I wake up in the morning and I get straight to
the money
Before I go to bed, make sure I count up all
hunnids
I finness scales, cause when everything go
bad, I know it won't fail
I keep clientele, If your product one hundred,
it's gon' sell itself
Make my way to the bail, trapping got weed
and got bars like a jail
I started with P's now, it's trips to AZ, use
ammonia to kill all the smell
Ain't shit you could tell me, I'm a real dope
boy, like Tommy and 'Veli
Streets love Flockavelli, 24 hours, block rolling
like Kelly
Brand new AP, that new car you driving, it
cost me like three
Got it all on my own, ain't need nobody's help,
all I needed was bags of some of tree
I wake up in the morning and I get straight to
the money
From AM to PM I keep them presidents coming
I made something from nothing
I just bought me a coupe
I pop the top with one button, ain't got no
use for no roof
From AM to PM, from AM to PM from AM to PM
From AM to PM, from AM to PM, from AM to PM
I wake up in the morning and I get straight to
the money
Before I go to bed, make sure I count up all
hunnids