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get your money up not your funny up Video credits: follow SXMPRA: Instagram: Tiktok: @sxmpraofficial Soundcloud: Spotify: lyrics: I can pay the bail I will never tell on my dog I was mixing in Baking soda blend with the raw Niggas fake as hell actin like you him but you flawed Why the real dyin' Why the fuck niggas takin' off This for real Ain't no deals Niggas payin what it cost Know some scammers They can get you right Just pay em for the sauce Say you broke, aint got no money Damn, sorry for your loss I'm a business man I can buy your bitch and write her off Bitch I write her off Creepin up outta my box Rippin em up with a saw Move with the wind like a phantom I stand in the shadows and pop out the cut with the bars Dearly departed I mark em I’m parkin the whip and I’m hoppin out under the stars They don’t really want it but they really gonna get it cos I’m in this too deep bitch I’ve come just too far Itty bitty mothafuckas really be the ones With the dreams of a drop top Never gonna pop off Off top I can think about a couple of mothafuckas that wanna put a bullet in my lockbox Hop off Of my cock bitch You never gonna be me See me Pussy boy flee me 4 deep in the G to the O D Z I and the double L A baby Uh And I’m back in this bitch Flow game cold like a Mac in this bitch Ain’t nobody really wanna dance with the kid Got the game fucked up When I’m rappin n shit Like how this young mothafucka from the 86 really gonna make hits Bitch I’m doin my thang Im makin a bag A mothafucka really gotta think about his own damn biz man Fo the bands We gon make em dance I got business out in Cali bout 12 hours till I land Bitch yo music just ain’t selling well I guess that’s just too bad Though the come up was so telling what goes up must always land You a fad bitch Thug niggas Nun but drug dealers Hypnotized Now they in love wit us Fucking up clubs wit us Smoking strong Got sum bud wit us Cough up a lung wit us Don't get sent off like a dove nigga We got subs nigga Sub machines Not jersey mikes I choose violence stand and fight Folding chairs and Throwing them hands Would’ve been the best time of my life How many hoes You gave a chance Then found out That they not right How many niggas Gone switch up When you do sum they don't like Now they gotta terminate on site Dirty up my sprite Drop me some codiene Pop me a all night flight Big bag of money in sight Riots we incite Fires we ignite Try us it get tight Lose yo life Cooking up In a lab like dexter Middle fingers up Yea that’s my gesture Cut from a cloth This not your texture That’s yo bitch Then why did I text her
