c money - Money Flow

Yeah
Money
Bitch
Yeah
You don't practice what you preach
And it's funny 'cause you talk a lot
Attracted all the pigs doin' donuts in that parking lot
Boxing on the box I beat it up don't need a octagon
Bitches don't make money
If she don't fuck then I don't talk to her
Ask them people what's my name
I'm C MONEY bitch I'm popular
Mexican drinkin; on tequila fuck the vodka bruh
Ask me for a feature with no bread ok I'm blockin' ya
I don't got no friends I got brothers like the mafia
Ridin' in the lamb I could never be a sheep
The bullshits for the birds I won't even send a tweet
Instrumentals naw I fuck 'em up so lets call 'em beats
Got the Breads on my feet chasin' dough wearin' wheats
When I was younger all I ever wanted was a lil peace
But now I see the bigger picture and I'm tryna' get a piece
Of that motherfuckin' paper catch a milly won't be pleased
You make a hundred thousand and you freeze
A hundred billion when I ease
Told my pops that I'd be hot I didn't have to have degrees
Told you I don't fuck with rats even though I love the cheese
I just flew my Lil Baby out to California Breeze
You reap what you sew and life ain't what it seems
So I'm rippin' at the seams
Wide awake I live the dream wearing rings
Watches chains every motherfuckin' thing
That I could put on my body and
It wont turn me green money feign
Throw dirt on my name grow a lil tree
Wrap it up in some paper two puffs enough for me
She bustin' up her knees tryna make me pleased
Bust a nut and leave
You would beg to fuck she fuck for me
And she don't fuck for free
But I fucked for free
Was back when I let her fuck with me
You don't practice what you preach
And it's funny 'cause you talk a lot
Attracted all the pigs doin' donuts in that parking lot
Boxing on the box I beat it up don't need a octagon
Bitches don't make money
If she don't fuck then I don't talk to her

Written by:
Carlitos Reyes

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