Money (Ft. Peeches)

• Written by  • Featuring Kysmet

//Hook[0:14-0:29]
Yeah, I got all this money, got 'em shook, first hit 'em with the jab, then the hook,
no I ain't got no ghostwriters, your girl let me take a look, made your bitch
change her Facebook status, from married, to took! Goddamn, I am a savage, you never understood
//Verse[0:30-1:13]
You know that i'm rich, you're average, throw you in a ditch like you're garbage
I don't fuck with no snitch, don't switch up on my gang, you a rat you a bitch,
you about to take some critical damage, buyin' that Gucci, just to flex on
these hoes, jealousy woes, people be clout chasin', but I do not give 'em any
attention, oh I forgot to mention, I got SUVREME on my back, wanting that
sack, chasin' me like i'm some sort of criminal, and he's a cop, but no, he's not,
Supreme hoodies, got them goodies, and thanks to Kanye for the shoes, (yeezy!)
I got enough cash to burn, to wrap GOLD all over my food, just know I had to earn this,
i'm young, i'm still learning, yeah, hashtag cashbags, all over insta, so people
know to not mess with me, 'cause if you do,
I will just buy your whole house then sell
it for free, fool. That's how petty I am, yeah, like 50 Cent, but I make more than that,
maybe this is my destiny, cocking my gat, watch it go (BANG!) and make a hole
through your forehead, I said
//Hook 2 [1:14-1:27]
Yeah, I got all this money, got 'em shook, first hit 'em with the jab, then the hook,
no I ain't got no ghostwriters, your girl let me take a look, made your bitch
change her Facebook status, from married, to took! Goddamn, I am a savage, you never understood
//Verse 2 [1:28-2:53]
You know that i'm fucking rich, these bitches sendin' me all these messages,
saying they wanna kiss, and get on this, dick, man, they so desperate.
I spit these syllables faster every second, you will never, be able to understand
what i'm saying, 'cause i'm the new rap god, yes i'm saying it, I know i'm going
too far but, it's inevitable, i'm gonna get what's coming to me, pouring lotion
all over that pussy turn it into the ocean, don't forget the trojan, my dick gets
deepthroated, if you wanna come at me, you can come and get it, how many
more mumble-jumble rappers do I gotta murder? Oh shit, now it's a 2v1,
double trouble. I'm the Flygod, hypebeast, while you look like a fucking apricot
fuckin' corn on the cob, yeah you're so corny, your mom's in her forties,
but she still gets horny. Beastmode, Ketamine's getting unleashed, like a wild
dog, he's a fucking gorilla in disguise, he despises all of you, he will fry you,
so watch out, you and your crew, before I, clit-clat! and kaboom, send you,
your impending doom. Choke everyone in the room, with intoxicated perfume
slit everyone's throats with a pair of scissors in the saloon, my ego's inflated
like a balloon, yeah. Red bandana, i'm a gangsta, you cannot defeat me,
not even with propaganda, i'm a fuckin' anaconda, fucking Amanda Cerny,
she got on her knees quickly. I'm fucking rapping like boom bap, over this
trap track, i'm a maniac, attack religious people who perform baptism, so many
victims, Young Shady do you have fucking autism? Clearly he doesn't give
a fuck 'bout the system, he doesn't care about proper rhythm. Guess who's
back? Back again? I'm back with a gun ready to shoot up the school,
got Peeches by my side, while I give impeachment, this guy, asked for a
fucking feature, so let's set me aside, because he's the leader now on this
wild ride. (Ahh!) Wait, one more thing, christ, you're relentless, doesn't
mean you're good, Suvreme, Claimz already beat you. Who else can I diss,
fuck you, Tricksterz, you cringe piece of shit, mind your own business!
//Hook 3 [2:54-3:09]
Yeah, I got all this money, got 'em shook, first hit 'em with the jab, then the hook,
no I ain't got no ghostwriters, your girl let me take a look, made your bitch
change her facebook status, from married, to took! Goddamn, I am a savage,
you never understood, aye!
//Verse 3 (Peeches) [3:10-4:23]
I’m packin a punch I won’t settle for nothin’
I’m back to the crunch but the ghetto be frontin’
They lackin’ the punch so they settle for thuggin’
I’m having my lunch I’ll eat you like a muffin
Cos bitch I’m above it you sit there and covet yo gold
I don’t see a nugget so fuck it I jump in the bucket you know imma Pail,
love it or leave it or fail,
I got a message know I am destined so
I cannot live with a veil
Rap ain’t a game Issa art
To get it you gotta be smart
We got Orgies in the back with the girls
but you know I’m up in front on the mark
Everybody wanna make a mil to pay the bills they claim the kills
and take the pills and say the ills later guilt!
but both of us know you won’t die with your money
yeah I know I’m funny and it’s a free country
you keep livin’ comfy the thing that you take to your death
the last breath is gone be your name, fame,
is an effect of the people the day makes us equal
and there will be no sequel cos I’m finna standalone...
y’all actin’ like animals, ya
You rap it and say you about it, I doubt it, my bro’s go without an yo outfit,
Could get them up out it yuh, take all that cash and reroute it, uh
that’s hypocritical, this is the pinnacle, it’s individual, every man for himself,
that is the minimal, an it’s residual when we were livin’ in pelts,
put the gun back on the shelf,
Peeches come back and it ain’t gon’ be good for your health!
Wealth, forget it, it ain’t gonna help, quell,
the witless, hit you wit’ a belt
we just attackin’ I see through your bragging and boastin’
rhymes are as deep as the ocean
but like the NASCAR no., we gon' be coastin’,
kids take a seat cos you know that we own it,
Orges and me, rappers know we ain’t Posing, (yah!)
//Verse 4 [4:24-5:00]
I don't take no pictures, I ain't be posing
I ain't even consider, but hoes be frozen
Like their toes got stubbed and swollen
Stun and spun like an explosion
Massive motion causing commotion
I'm just flowing, lyrics smoking, hot
Do not copy my hysterics, I'm not
A role model, someone to look up to
Rolling marbles, made my enemies flew
I can teach you old school, Aristotle
I will throttle, I will spew
It's so awful, bashed a skull in
I'm so hostile, kids get startled
Now you're Marvel, I will topple
Demolish Apostle, y'all are docile
Delivering bars like parcel, it's awesome
I'm like a sleeping possum, When I awake, I toss em! (Whew!)

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