On The Money
I just do it i’m the one that’s bussin
Boy said he outside but he no he wasn’t
No discussions ain’t no show and tell ima show em something
Girl i be fresh as hell palm angels honey
I just turnt a baddie to a boss i put her on to hustling
Call me big veli found father always on the money
Leave em 6ft fuck 12 we gone blow a dozen
Kashaveli burning more bread than a toaster oven
Know the struggle grew a plan get the bags made a couple
Work hard made a huddle these moments gone break or bless you
They gone test you
I just want you to stay solid
We lift that boy like he flying private
but we take some riders
Fuck 12 don’t feel patriotic we having like a 1000 problems
Brodie raised the roof but he not fun at party’s
That choppa get raised like its sonned
the amazing grace of the gun
Hood rat bitch with a cat so amazing
ass all fat her mouth all crazy
I can’t see you niggas turnt my back to the basics now it’s back to the basics
Turn me up hoe i be blazing
Death on my designer i can’t hear you bloody red bottoms
Free my hard heads seen friends with med problems
Southeast baby i don’t talk proper
Make it sing bout the drugs that’s a soap opera
Can’t nobody fuck with me
Green flag bad bitches love the g
Hit her from the back she said lucky me
Baby i ain’t toxic baby you just gotta adjust to me
And she know my nut a luxury
Throw them shoulda coulda woulda’s in a dirty casket
Designer weed designer drip the only thing i’m matching
Badboys put clothes in holes like a laundry basket
Yeah it took a lil minute but i made it happen
On gang
I just do it i’m the one that’s bussin
Boy said he outside but he no he wasn’t
No discussions ain’t no show and tell ima show em something
Girl i be fresh as hell palm angels honey
I just turnt a baddie to a boss i put her on to hustling
Call me big veli found father always on the money
Leave em 6ft fuck 12 we gone blow a dozen
Kashaveli burning more bread than a toaster oven
Know the struggle grew a plan get the bags made a couple
Work hard make huddle these moments break or bless you
They gone test you
I just want you to stay solid
We lift that boy like he flying private
but we take some riders
Fuck 12 don’t feel patriotic we having like a 1000 problems
Brodie raised the roof but he not fun at party’s
That choppa get raised like its sonned
the amazing grace of the gun
I just gave my ex hale i breath in
Green beams hit his grin when we spin
Ain’t no campfire we sticks in the tints
We hit vital organs not vitamins
I just fucked off on lil shorty
she call me she horny
Bip plays on a late night we fucking all morning
leave blood ona pavement not welcome for tourist
Srt pulling off it peel tar like a orange
I got that gas that put you on ya ass like a lineman you not where we from you can’t
speak nigga
It don’t take long get em gone when a wink hit em
No you can’t hit my drink nigga
Started from scratch like a nail clipper
Gang talk shit racing tesla’s and a benz
My friends turned ops don’t let company near
Fuck it i ain’t even gonna bring the hook back
going hard back to back tracks i can’t back track
Damn kashaveli he the hottest that’s a cold fact
Yelling free all my soliders i just really want my mans back
I lost my mind this summer
Come from hard times long nights death coming
It ain’t no fun when you don’t have no funds so the chopper get raised like it’s sonned
the amazing grace of the gun
Writer/s: Elijah Walker, Netre Clark
