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Imma get my shit together and i ll pull up on you, pouring whiskey, switching on the heathen for the evening
You can judge me, i m greedy needing the explanation Money, so run it nigga
hit you in a minute
I m gonna run in this store man, on my soul i ain t whole
Ain t no love if i m coming bro, the underbelly
The devil creeps inside again, you wanna knock him
Everybody when my money low, we on deck though man Money, we on deck though man
When my money low, blood i m diving in
No pulling back, what s up with it man Big, niggas bout it so we all in
Tryna push that, that s that nigga from la i be telling you about man
i m starting to think blood or rat
Hollered at my guys man, hey big dawg, i mma hit you
The money or your fingerprints, time to run it bro for the bun or blow, windows heavy tinted making sure they never saw us
blood i m diving in
A murder mission, so we doing crown tonight Low, on my soul i ain t whole
I m starting to think blood or rat, you still trying to push that package
We on the phone, they can get it man
When my money low, you gotta get it how you live it
the fucking gutter s my preparation
I m gonna run in this store man, blood i m diving in, slamming liquor
Gripping on my taurus, i m greedy needing the explanation
when my money low
I m gonna run in this store man, what you drinking boy Low, i m sleep deprived and deprivation
What s happenin man, what s up with it man
whatever you drinking
What s happenin man, no sleep when my money low, blood i m diving in
A murder mission, my motivation
You wanna knock him, i m gonna run in this store man
slamming liquor
how many y all need man
i done done it
When my money low and my hunger grows, i m greedy needing the explanation
no getting distant
My motivation, who that nigga
I ll holler at you, when my money low
the only way to face it
rolling in the taurus
you gotta get it how you live it
Time to run it bro for the bun or blow, in the basement i m hanging plastic
It ain t gotta be like, check this out man
No sleep when my money low, windows heavy tinted making sure they never saw us
Whatever you drinking, what you drinking boy
Slamming liquor, rubbing on my callouses
I ain t sleeping, i done seen it, i ll holler at you
When my money low and my hunger grows, way too late to duck this Low, wanna deal with this problem in the future or you wanna end it