Bird Flu E

Ooh, I love money. Money on the floor, bitch, pick it up Glizzy On my hip, had to switch it up Diamonds In my Rollie hold my wrist up Plug callin' Pick it up I get 'em in, get 'em Out in a rush Servin' out the top floor Of the condo and it's plush If he cross The line, get him whacked, it's a must Servin' Out the blue scat pack, black guts Fuck a Bad bitch, then I leave her on cuff In The trap with a hundred bags, I make it Flood Know I hold a lot of cash, can't Hold a grudge Niggas goin' out sad, These niggas duds Same niggas tryna hate, I show them love I can get your block Ate with a dub I just keep on killin' All this pain with the drugs I'ma put the Money over fame, I don't budge I'm a cold-hearted Nigga, but my wrist too I won't fuck her By herself, I'ma need two And my diamonds on Bugatti, yeah, they see-through All this money keep On pilin', I can't see you Bags in the Trap and it stinkin' just like pee yoo. I was on the block tryna get it past My curfew If I never saw you, how you Think that I'ma serve you? Put so many pigeons In the air, I caught the bird flu. We really had to rob, we ain't have no One to turn to In the bando, we ain't Have nowhere to go either Hotbox, two-seater, But it's four heaters When it's up, we ain't Sparin' none of your people He with the bowl Like he tryna break the meter Glock on my Waist, no, this is not a beeper I get That pack, make some shake like a seizure I Run to the money, they follow the leader They Tryna join 'em 'cause they cannot beat 'em I Fuck her, then leave 'em 'cause I do not Need 'em Countin' paper with my dogs like Akita Incarcerated, so my bro tell 'em friend 'em Hit The gas, I'm gon' crash the Got diamond glass On my neck, I'ma name it thousand bags of The gas, I seen it I really came up From nothin', I mean it Money on the floor, Bitch, pick it up Glizzy on my hip, Had to switch it up Diamonds in my Rollie Hold my wrist up Plug callin' pick it up I get 'em in, get 'em out in a Rush Servin' out the top floor of the condo And it's plush If he cross the line, get Him whacked, it's a must Servin' out the blue Scat pack, black guts Fuck a bad bitch, Then I leave her on cuff In the trap With a hundred bags, I make it flood Know I hold a lot of cash, can't hold a Grudge Niggas goin' out sad, these niggas duds Same Niggas tryna hate, I show them love I can Get your block ate with I just keep on Killin' all this pain with the drugs I'ma put The money over fame, I don't budge Love money.