Blessing & Curse (Prod. By Penacho)
Should I pop the zan or the perk
All this money a nigga been getting
Its starting to fuck wit my nerves
And my bitch keep on bitchin I miss her
But I'm tryna focus on work
All this lean a nigga been sipping
It's staring to fuck wit my nerves
The money a blessing and curse
But I gotta get in my burk
Cause the money keep callin
And niggas can't wait till I'm buried in dirt
And my OG he told me that niggas gon hate when you making it work
Gettin to it maneuver
These fuck niggas hurt
Diamonds is dancing I'm making em twerk
Applying pressure to these fuck niggas
With the Ferragamo on the cuffs nigga
The money I feel to in love wit it
And them bitches they suckin n fuck for it
I had to stand on the curb for it
I done killed the am till the 3rd morning
Now the ds passing and they all lurking
Niggas hungry so we still serving
Boy I done fucked up some onions
I bet I won't fuckup again
That's 100 percent
You gotta watch who trusting
Them bitches you fuckin
These goofys you calling your friend
Boy I done fucked up them hunnits
Just splurging and clubbing
I spilled some Rozay on my timbs
All thru that check I be dumming
I'm flexin in public
I fuck ya lil bitch and her friend
And I gotta qp in my Preme briefs
Tryna make it home before the ds creep
And my Nextel love to bleep bleep
Gotta turn it off just to get sleep
The lean kicking in
Shorty gon hop in the bent
But shorty gon fuck for the bag
This shit is just sad
How niggas you callin ya brother be doing you wrong for the bag
Should I pop the zan or the perk
All this money a nigga been getting
Its starting to fuck wit my nerves
And my bitch keep on bitchin I miss her
But I'm tryna focus on work
All this lean a nigga been sipping
It's staring to fuck wit my nerves
The money a blessing and curse
All this money money money money money
money money money money money
money money money money money
money money money money money
All this money money money money
money money money money money money
money money money money money
money money money money money
I gotta go get it i gotta go
I gotta go get it i gotta go
Bury me in margiela
My heart be cold like the weather
I had to trap in that weather
This shit ain't for views
Xanax get me in my mood
Water it drip from the jewels
Cocaine it cook in the pot
Niggas wan talk
Money we getting a lot
Slide through ya block in a drop
Looking for thots
Hoe is you eating or not
Ah
Leave Neimans with like ten bags
When the whip past you gon smell gas
Boy I done been on the road
But this trip on the road
We ain't going to six flags
Need a thotty wit a big ass and a backwood
No zig zag
All the checks cuttin so the wrist glass
You was all that I wanted it's over now fuck it
I fell back in love with the money
You had ya boy tripping he clumsy
But fuck it it's nothin
I do the mains when stunting
Cino got flame like a oven
So tell them it's lit
I went from dreaming bout hopping
To dreamin bout flipping a brick
Had nightmares and shit
Apartment door locked by the pigs
Cause everyday we in some shit
Niggas laughed when I was dead broke
Now it's egg whites with the French toast
And them bitches giving me the best throat
I'm fly like I hopped outta jet tho
I'm stepping in where did you get those
Vvs help the neck glow
And my pockets cluttered up with dead folks
Ima get mine till the check go
Gang
This money gon come
This money gon go
These bitches gon come
These bitches gon go
We gon get this money man
We in quad right now
Just came from del friscos eating good
Filet mignon on the plate
Ya already Kno how we rocking
All this money money money money
money money money money money money
money money money money money
money money money money money
All this money money money money
money money money money money money
money money money money money
money money money money money
I gotta go get it i gotta go
I gotta go get it i gotta go
Autor(es): Jay Cino