SHORT MONEY

Yeah, nigga just when you thought this shit was Over, it ain't over, fool. Bring that shit to The motherfuckin' world, though. Hand to the door, you niggas wanna squash the Shit? Well squash it up, bitch. Yeah, kick one of you hoes in the head. Get mad at you, bitch, they What the bitch? Shrick, what's up? Bring that shit to the door. Yeah. Goddamn They can't get back my crib. A good girl think about black and white. On watch at nine or thirteen. Other niggas ain't gettin' it right. They got ready, pushin' on the door. But I'm alone. They got my stuff, my hate, my whip, my Eight, that shit so cold. I had a little, just a little bit of The motor oil. I'm tellin' you the truth, for real, to you, This is a bore. I'm callin' Cameron Treez, late at night by the Door. And plus I heard that Jason heavily, I just. Holla what's holla what's up. Nigga just off and roll my back. Rollin' on bitches, gotta wait. Nigga, I'm make millions in cash. Payin' no motherfuckin' taxes up in ICU and real Addicted. I'm gonna get some fifty, Fifty ones, I flip my fifty. I love the sun, the sun's around. This the woman with the gloves. I'm so high to a high, so high I'm Seein' from the floor. I know what he say, I'm on my way, I'm goin' through a thing. I'm goin' this, thing, to the next thing, gettin' Get the water and rock on the Head of this. The god's eye on for the people, not the Little motherfuckin' kids. If you meet me, fuck with me, I'm from The hood to death. All my niggas on the Doorknob, if you high, just clap your hands. All my niggas on the doorknob, if you high, Just clap your hands. Take a trip to Amsterdam, Smoke a blunt with me, man. All the sheep ain't gotta wait, go get a Blunt up in my hand. If you drop it-