MT Ty - #RIPYAM$

Yea
We up forever runforever it’ll never get no better all birds flock together
I got these bad bitches pickin’ money off the Flo’
I told the plug, when he pull up nigga got pay me in pesos
I’m trying’ pour the lean in my pop then me and gang go have a toast
Niggss still talking brazy, got Stephen Curry still sittin’ in the Draco
I had to toss some money to lawyer nigga tryna’ get my brotha case closed
All the blue hunnits in my pocket nigga be hard try to count it
Looking for me probably flew to St. Thomas
Running around the city cool Maserati
Lil mama curvy just like at her body
Live a MOB life like my name John Gotti
Heard the feds coming, shit I don’t plan on stopping
Got so much pape like join the Illuminati
Yea
Money phone in my hand off the hook all day cuz the motherfucka’ won’t stop ringin’
I done put it through the machine so fast, sound like a fire truck when it keep beepin’
Bro put his bag in the streets, like Rick Ross how he only serve out whole chickens
Bitch keep telling me I’m so different
Can’t understand cuz she speak Latin
Online shopping just splurgin’
Ain’t been to the mall since I gained this new habit
So many chops in the basement
Got it lookin’ like Bin Laden
We just kicked a pint to the head, Randy Orton codeine savage
We was out sellin’ jeans way way before we ever got into the fashion
I bought the Rolex for a stop watch, gotta clock the time when I overlap em’
Livin’ this luxury life the crib I’m in got a roof look like a castle
I was way more paranoia back when I was gettin’ caskets
I was just sippin’ act 015’ nigga long live Yams
Ima’ record make songs bout my life, I ain’t worried bout a Grammy
Say she wanna see sum’ nice so I took her and flew her out the country
I got these bad bitches pickin’ money off the Flo’
I told the plug, when he pull up nigga got pay me in pesos
I’m trying’ pour the lean in my pop then me and gang go have a toast
Niggss still talking brazy, got Stephen Curry still sittin’ in the Draco
I had to toss some money to lawyer nigga tryna’ get my brotha case closed
All the blue hunnits in my pocket nigga be hard try to count it
Looking for me probably flew to St. Thomas
Running around the city cool Maserati
Lil mama curvy just like at her body
Live a MOB life like my name John Gotti
Heard the feds coming, shit I don’t plan on stopping
Got so much pape like join the Illuminati
Yea

Written by:
Ty Royal

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