Lyrics

Yeah yeah Woah woah Yeah I'm so high up that I can't see you niggas If I pop this perc right now then I can't feel you niggas All I want is money do you know the feeling Doze off on the muddy do you know the feeling Imma stack this money up till it reach the ceiling Yeah yeah That's what I'm posed to do On the money route what am I supposed to do I know god with me dodging all these obstacles Yeah it's hard at first it might seem impossible But once you put your heart up in this shit then you're unstoppable Taking off limbs that's what that yoppa do We got all typa dog you want scrappy doo Yeah we gottem pints and em bowls too But I be really trynna make a million off of protools Give a fuck about who hate I only care about who ain't I don't trust nobody cause the love out here fake Put my momma In a crib and put my bro in a wraith Imma make it all happen ion care what they say Fuck what a nigga said Yeah you heard what I said Yeah I got some niggas bangin blue But all I see is red Pop a pill with my brodie That shit going to the head I should make a trap guide book You can call me ned Yeah I'm so high up that I can't see you niggas If I pop this perc right now then I can't feel you niggas All I want is money do you know the feeling Doze off on the muddy do you know the feeling Imma stack this money up till it reach the ceiling Yeah yeah That's what I'm posed to do Yeah yeah
Writer(s): Delon Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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