Lyrics
Chorus
I cry in my heart
sometimes it come
outta my eyes
I got a hustlers degree
from graduating odds
Haters hope I go broke
from buying all these cars
Or catch an std from
Fucking all these broads
c lot of negus make money
they don't make money like ours
c lot of negus make songs
They don't make records like ours
Even a blind man can see
cnd the deaf can feel the vibe
The beauty in my pain and my scars
Hook
I'm not here to play no games with em.
Verse 1
7 billion junkies
I'm tryna sell em all crack
(Dope still alive dope still alive)
There's only money on my mind
Once I look at that patek
(Money on my mind money on my mind)
I just started and they
treat me like an OG
Don't know when I
got to the point everybody
We know me
that nigga try to
Interrupt my vision hmm
someone shoulda told him
he's a bitch and his bitch already told me
This thing got me traumatized
You used to be my homie
Why you had to
stab my back for a Rollie
Now you can't take that
back from the hole you in
Nigga Let's call a spade a spade
Give a snitch a shovel
told him dig his own grave
My partners over seas
know how the story gon play
Took a puff and said
Put it on a plane
let's call it medical aid
Chorus
I cry in my heart
sometimes it come
outta my eyes
I got a hustlers degree
from graduating odds
Haters hope I go broke
from buying all these cars
Or catch an std from
Fucking all these broads
c lot of negus make money
they don't make money like ours
c lot of negus make songs
They don't make records like ours
Even a blind man can see
cnd the deaf can feel the vibe
The beauty in my pain and my scars
Hook
I'm not here to play no games with em
Verse2
Started as a tata
First nigga showed me
how to use a gun was my dada
Told me when you get this money
half the way I got it
they gon try to get your code like it's Wi-Fi
When they can't get your code
they gon say you sold your soul
You know you a soldier so
you gotta maintain control
Don't just go where the money go
go where your vision go
cnd fly
Trust me you can touch the sky oo
I told mama ima get this money run it up
and duplicate it
Who'd a thought
I'd put my side bitch
up in a new Mercedes
Everything you see
today premeditated
Knew I was the shit
before I knew the
meaning of constipated (wow)
I just started and they
treat me like an OG
Don't know when I
got to the point everybody know me
that nigga try to
Interrupt my vision hmm
someone shoulda told him
he's a bitch and his bitch already told me
Chorus
I cry in my heart
sometimes it come outta my eyes
I got a hustlers degree
from graduating odds
Haters hope I go broke
from buying all these cars
Or catch an std from
Fucking all these broads
c lot of negus make money
they don't make money like ours
c lot of negus make songs
They don't make records like ours
Even a blind man can see
cnd the deaf can feel the vibe
The beauty in my pain and my scars
Hook
I'm not here to play no games with em
Outro
7 billion junkies
I'm tryna sell em all crack
(Dope still alive dope still alive)
There's only money on my mind
Once I look at that patek
(Money on my mind money on my mind)
I just started and they treat me like an OG
Don't know when I
got to the point everybody
We know me
that nigga try to
Interrupt my vision hmm
someone shoulda told him
he's a bitch and his bitch already told me
WRITERS
AKUCHI AMADI
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
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