CityStarrLj - MONEY FREESTYLE

Yeah
I got way
I got M-O-N-E-, uh huh
You feel me?
(Aye BLISS u a goat)
I got way more money, than your boyfriend
Bitch say she love me to death, prove your point then
Double cup i'm sipping while I drive I made the boys spin
Citystarr I ain't giving no high five to no broke fan
We the type to hit the block and make it glow just like a candle light
I ain't never missing when I blow, I grip the handle tight
Best believe that we 'gon up the score, you think we came to fight?
Brand new ARP sting like a bee, beam yellow flashing bright
Every nigga 'round me got some type of motion no discrepancy
Pop a perc so I can't feel it while we fucking like it's leprosy
My dick a pillow, every night that she come home she put the head on me
Tied in, know my niggas never snitch or tell the feds on me
I just be talking, she obsessed, she be like "lj how you rap so good?"
Drop some pape, we 'gon buy then smoke him like tobacco woods
How you lack when I caught you outside the set, but you act so hood?
She like "Bae, please stop dipping out that cup" i'm like "The act too good"
She don't like it when i'm high cause I get blowed and might forget my bitch
I get high and watch surroundings, you get high the type forget your blick
If I ever go broke then i'm the type to probably flip my wrist
But i'm stunting while i'm up, by next month be the neck 'gon glist

Written by:
Joseph Gross III

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