The Heart Break Kidd - Money Well Spent

I mean, I walk to the money, you know what I'm saying, money my wife, I mean time is money
Money on my phone, that mean I talk to the money
Money on my chain, that mean the money hang with me
Money on my head, that mean money on my mind
Shades, that mean I see the money, yo
Mafia, everything's mafia
The way we move, the way we handle shit is mafia
Frank Sinatra is giving the opera
Blowing money fast, the cars come with many options
Farming V's, the big body's obnoxious
No keys, push start when we driving this
Born son of the life, it's something we live for
My life's a movie, it's something people are killed for
Living life on the edge, I'm young and reckless
Money well spent, checking farmers off the checklist
Big stepper, big cheese, the wrist is on freeze
No receipts, now that's money well spent
Young fly, always been a paid nigga
Mafia flow, swung in, made me the main nigga
From the jungle, the streets made me to a made nigga
From the jungle, the streets is where I remain
Big checks, day one, I've been flexing
Blowing money fast, I feel like Mika's intersection
Big drip designer, I put that shit on
Gucci product designer, garments be on deck
Living life in the fast lane's a rich flex
Bad bitches stay on me, that's rich sex
Truly the God, all real, nothing's up for sale
You gotta see it to believe, another day in the life
Drop sixes, Lambo's, and fly bitches
Blowing money fast, I'm spinning it while I'm getting it
My life's a movie, trust me, I'm really living it
Been balling the baddies, I gotta spoil em
Only one life, so I live it up, I can't get enough
Money is the motive, the only thing that's emotion
Only one life, so I live it up, I can't get enough
Money is the motive, the only thing that's emotion
How y'all feeling, you know what I'm saying, chilling
Trying to get like a piece of you, yeah
How y'all cooling, man
I ain't going big, you know what I'm saying
Girl, hit me up
Oh yeah, the money calling too
Yeah, the money calling, stay bang
What that mean on the phone
Shit, that mean that I talk to the money, yeah
Yeah, on the tweeters, that mean my money sound good, yeah
Yeah, yeah, on the tweeters, I know them bitches a lot
That mean my money sound good
Look them bitches up there, I'll count em
Living life on the edge, I'm young and reckless
Money well spent, check the foreman's check list
Big stepper, big cheese, the wrist is on freeze
No receipts, now that's money well spent
Young fly, always been a paid nigga
Mafia flow swung in, made me the main nigga
From the jungle, the streets made me to a maid nigga
From the jungle, the streets is where I remain
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Written by:
Kenneth Thomas

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