Yep, back off my little hiatus. Been doing lots of writing for my upcoming mixtape, this song won't be on it though. My homie asked me to go over this beat so I decided to. This was just kinda experimenting with some new effects, techniques, etc. You can probably expect my new mixtape 'I Told You So' some time around the start of the new year. Well anyways, enjoy this song. If you check it out, drop some feedback. Thanks for your time.
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Verse
Money on money, yeah my guap is stacked so high
Dollars everywhere and I don't even fuckin' know why
Closed eyes or open, still could never see me
And I be with that crack, but I'm talking them dope lines
I don't care what y'all gotta say, I'm here now so I guess I gotta stay
Y'all need a captain in the game, well I'm here now so I guess I gotta play
THP up in this bitch, but y'all still can't see us
And if they ask why, all I'll say is because
Hook
I got money on money, my whole crews with me
And we headin' to the top, we bout to get there quickly
Who's gunna stop us, wheres the competition
We tired of the hatin', we tired of the bitch
Yeah we makin' money, yeah we makin' music
Yeah we makin' profit, y'all be steady losin'
Yeah my crew be stuntin', yeah my crew be stuntin'
Yeah my crew be stuntin', yeah my crew be stuntin'
Verse
Uhh, yep yep same shit different day
The money always talkin', so I don't care what you bitches say
But when you turned around and you looked a different way
Man your girl got in my coupe, but I ain't talkin' where them pigeons stay
Where the competition at, where the competition at
You want some dope lyrics, well wheres my compisition at
All these average Joe's, takin turns for the worst
But bitch I never do, I bout to murder every verse
And if you think that won't happen, well thats impossible
Ever try to doubt me and I'll stop the show, stop the show
And if you tryna stop me bitch, you headin' for the worst route
I be reppin' THP, like I'm tryna work out
(Hook)
Verse
And if you ain't with THP, bitch you better go away
My lines go over their heads, y'all lines couldn't pass they shoulder blades
Uh, and I bet that everyone knows my name
They say I spit that heat, well its probably cause I smoke the flame
We rollin' planes, always writin' raps
I hold the game, they never fightin' back
Here we go, oh shit, listen to the mufuckin' dopeness writtin' by this dope kid
Listen to the chorus once again cause soon enough, you will wanna quote it
(Hook)
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Verse
Money on money, yeah my guap is stacked so high
Dollars everywhere and I don't even fuckin' know why
Closed eyes or open, still could never see me
And I be with that crack, but I'm talking them dope lines
I don't care what y'all gotta say, I'm here now so I guess I gotta stay
Y'all need a captain in the game, well I'm here now so I guess I gotta play
THP up in this bitch, but y'all still can't see us
And if they ask why, all I'll say is because
Hook
I got money on money, my whole crews with me
And we headin' to the top, we bout to get there quickly
Who's gunna stop us, wheres the competition
We tired of the hatin', we tired of the bitch
Yeah we makin' money, yeah we makin' music
Yeah we makin' profit, y'all be steady losin'
Yeah my crew be stuntin', yeah my crew be stuntin'
Yeah my crew be stuntin', yeah my crew be stuntin'
Verse
Uhh, yep yep same shit different day
The money always talkin', so I don't care what you bitches say
But when you turned around and you looked a different way
Man your girl got in my coupe, but I ain't talkin' where them pigeons stay
Where the competition at, where the competition at
You want some dope lyrics, well wheres my compisition at
All these average Joe's, takin turns for the worst
But bitch I never do, I bout to murder every verse
And if you think that won't happen, well thats impossible
Ever try to doubt me and I'll stop the show, stop the show
And if you tryna stop me bitch, you headin' for the worst route
I be reppin' THP, like I'm tryna work out
(Hook)
Verse
And if you ain't with THP, bitch you better go away
My lines go over their heads, y'all lines couldn't pass they shoulder blades
Uh, and I bet that everyone knows my name
They say I spit that heat, well its probably cause I smoke the flame
We rollin' planes, always writin' raps
I hold the game, they never fightin' back
Here we go, oh shit, listen to the mufuckin' dopeness writtin' by this dope kid
Listen to the chorus once again cause soon enough, you will wanna quote it
(Hook)
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