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(Intro) Chyeah Chyeah Sti Sti Stitchez Uh look uh (Verse) Tryna get the moola, tryna get the money Being broke’s no joke, that’s too funny Cuz these days I’m going in with no planning But sometimes I stand outside just to be outstanding Niggas wanna know me but they can’t get enough of me Took my life so far and now I’m living comfortably And back then I didn’t believe in them luxuries But now the girls scream when they’re touching me It was all about beef, now I’m out here getting corn for the peas Ears to the ground, that’s the talk on the street I keep my ears to the ground, that’s the talk on the street And yet I’m still me, I’m just a little richer Yea I’m still ill, I’m just a little sicker Yea, it was me and you in the picture Now I got 4 grand wang in my picture Louie V PJ’s, make love in freeways The night’s still young but I’mma take it to the old days Tied to the bed, I remember what you said Today I’m getting brain cuz tonight I lose my head Letras de cancionesI put it down from January to December Days I can’t forget and nights I can’t remember I always stood for her but she always for a night It was either did I lose her or I lose my pride So I follow that real, we going in this shit See these niggas move scarce so they interfere I got my low skin fade when I’m in the chair And let me tie up my loop step into gear Get money til I’m dead, blue trues, black thread New shoes, new steps, new lubes, new creps Everything’s new – new gyal, new ex New money, new checks, check, everything finna get Uh, no time for your wife I get the pussy wet then hang em out to dry I ain’t really into robbin but I’d like to try Man I hope you don’t mind but I’m out of mind Yea, I guess I got expensive taste I spend the money on the Louie bars, it goes to waste Now this organized crime got me overpaid And the bars in my pocket got me overweight Yea she sent me a pic her face, she wants to break the ice She like me full stop and I can see it in her eyes Survive through the rocky times, now I’m going hard storm Wanted too much interest and now I leave that chick alone Hooked on the money, I ain’t no crook Used to hit the bookies and now I hit the books Tryna find a woman who don’t care about the looks Got me feeling the feet, I got off on the wrong foot I can’t believe that we’re finished, don’t know where to start Diamonds in my suit but I’m just lookin for her heart Leave the niggas days, wait until the weekend And now I pump weekend on the weekend People think I’m shallow, but I’m glad I’m not the deep end Trapped in a state and they still can’t see sense Yea, you see they trapped in a state and they still can’t see sense Lying in my bed, it’s so hard to tell the truth I do it, tell my old girl that I found somebody new My friend say she don’t want a P, only U Told her she’s the one, she think I’m the one too Get money up front here, I’m tryna make fortunes Life’s a bitch, well I’m just hoping she cool soon That’s related to the top, neither you understand But when I want it to boom you would never hear Now the swag’s 100, I’m fresh to death It’s funny how my jun plus the cheese cost an arm and a leg Middle finger, I say fuck the stress See I’mma grind til I sleep and I’mma sleep when I’m dead ST! From Letras Mania