Money is the root of all evil These diamonds on my neck'll make a bad bitch leave you I'm clutchin' all in school with my tool, fuck a teacher You niggas gettin' weaker, y'all hatin' from the bleachers Diamond the Patek, baby, come and give me neck My niggas aimin' at your neck so ain't no need to wear a vest All my shooters know it's death so you can't hear us when we step And we ridin' with a TEC, make a nigga call the ref
Oh, I done threw the doors up, this bitch feel like a jet Got some bitchеs out in [?] tryna fuck me for the jwet That nigga tweetin' thеn he dead, give a fuck 'bout what he said Grab a Sprite up out the store and I'ma turn it candy red, oh Hello nice to meet you, these bullets wanna greet you Got keys like Alicia, got lean by the liter She ain't let you fuck 'cause I guess we two different people I be smokin' opps, I don't know nothin' 'bout no reefer, uh When we spin their block, had to throw away the chop Can do magic with the dope, turnin' sand into rock Fell in love with her throat, I just like it when she slobs You would think a nigga fishin' how I hop out with that rod (Uh, no, not at all)
Money is the root of all evil These diamonds on my neck'll make a bad bitch leave you I'm clutchin' all in school with my tool, fuck a teacher You niggas gettin' weaker, y'all hatin' from the bleachers Diamond the Patek, baby, come and give me neck My niggas aimin' at your neck so ain't no need to wear a vest All my shooters know it's death so you can't hear us when we step And we ridin' with a TEC, make a nigga call the ref (Call the ref)
Mm, say make the nigga call the ref, uh Miss my nigga, woulda probably went different if I was there I been active in these streets, ain't been on Instagram (I been active) They don't know the shit I seen, no, they was never there (They was never there) I don't wanna take no losses, scared to ship it through the mail (Scared to ship it through the mail) Every show I do be profit, I go up, ain't gotta sell (I go up, ain't gotta sell) All these diamonds on me talk, I let them introduce themselves (Iet 'em talk) And you ain't even gotta talk, for real, ws ridin' with K's 'fore we got L's Listen, to be honest all this shit materialistic (Yeah) Fuck these diamonds, nigga, who'll ride if it go different? I ain't go trollin' in these interviews, tryna to trick me out my business I be pourin' fours, tryna to kill the booth, it be fuckin' up my vision
Money is the root of all evil These diamonds on my neck'll make a bad bitch leave you I'm clutchin' all in school with my tool, fuck a teacher You niggas gettin' weaker, y'all hatin' from the bleachers Diamond the Patek, baby, come and give me neck My niggas aimin' at your neck so ain't no need to wear a vest All my shooters know it's death so you can't hear us when we step And we ridin' with a TEC, make a nigga call the ref (Call the ref)
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Compositores: Jacob Denzal Canady (Jacob Atl Jacob Canady) (BMI), Javarri Walker (Double 0 Baby) (BMI), Tokyo MajorEditores: Gulf Shore Publishing Global (BMI), Nayvadius Maximus Music (BMI), Music Corporation Of America Inc (BMI)Administração: Sony Music Publishing LLC, ATV Music (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #33205279 em 21/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM