Kill All My Troubles (Muddy)
Yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah (Baby J), yeah, yeah-yeah
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob (ATL Jacob)
Uh, sippin' that muddy to kill all my troubles (Yeah), uh-huh
I promise I'm ballin' just like triple-double (Yeah), uh-huh
Just pick up the bands and put them in the duffle (Yeah), uh-huh
Bring the money to me and I'm makin' it double (Yeah-yeah), uh-huh (Uh-huh)
Me and Benjamin Franklin are having a cuddle (Yeah), uh-huh
Call a play with my brothers, we up in a huddle (Yeah), uh-huh
Get the sack and I'll make sure that I will not fumble (Yeah, oh), uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh, I need a mansion in A-T-L
I got a confession, I'm rich as hell
Used to wanna keep that on the D-L
I'm addicted to money, man, I need some help, help
If you get in my way (Uh-huh), then you can catch a shell, oh
You know, that they feel a nigga like Braille?
(Slatt, slatt) Oh yeah, oh yeah (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt), oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah
Woah, I used to wake up in hell
Ye—,
