JupiterBoyBrian - Wire The Money

JupiterBoy go crazy
That shit's beautiful Calv
(Bleh)
What do I know
On god this as far as you go
I got a couple damn rings like Jordan
I score every time I ball
I never gave a damn bout' your importance
Put it in the air bitch, put it on the floor
I done did that badass shit with a grin
I was fuckin' with a tall red bone, she a ten
I ain't got no hoes, I ain't got a lot of friends
I ain't tryna skip a scene, but this shit don't never end
I done burnt that bridge, said fuck that man
I done came and went, lotta money I spent
Fuck you, fuck him, no I never gave a damn
Talk shit, act tough, we gon' put him in the sand
Where the fuck do I begin when I force my hand?
How the fuck do I repent when I breathe I sin
Nigga stabbed my back with a damn trident
I'm a man of the people, not a damn tyrant
She bad for my soul, but I kinda like it
Chick bad for my soul, but I'm tryna wife it
Goddamn (yea) , goddamn
I just need my fetty wop (yea), green eggs and ham
I put you on my chopping block like, nigga, you should stop playing
We got a whole lotta money, I'm tryna stack and make a plan
You gotta wire the money, the bank won't never stand a chance (yea, woah)
Pick up the church's money, how you drop that?
What you sayin'? (I'm sayin')
And I'm eating lobster and the wagyu, Papa used to whip it with his hand
Pistol whip and grip em', we gon' get him banned
You can shut your mouth, what the fuck you sayin'?
Nigga, always loud (wow), we don't never hear him
I feel like I'm God, implementing fear
I had to take the trophy off the damn shelf
It aint never brought me no tears
I know I been fucked up for a long while (long while), It's about time I get cured
Who you fuckin' with now, baby?
You tell me that you fuckin' with a clown, baby?
You tell me that you like this now, baby?
You tell me that you fuckin' with the sound, baby
This the type of shit, that'll drive you crazy
Pick up the pace, lil bitch, this ain't the 80s
Uh-huh (woah), you better pray
Finna link with the dogs today
Ain't too much worried bout' the long run
Know a young nigga gon' be okay
I used to get like 1,500 on the back page
And now I blow it at the mall Ion do saving, bitch
I ain't got no hoes, I ain't got a lot of friends
I ain't tryna skip a scene, but this shit don't never end (woah woah)
I done burnt that bridge, said fuck that man
I done came and went, lotta money I spent
Fuck you, fuck him, no I never gave a damn
Talk shit, act tough, we gon' put him in the sand
Where the fuck do I begin when I force my hand?
How the fuck do I repent when I breathe I sin
Nigga stabbed my back with a damn trident
I'm a man of the people, not a damn tyrant
She bad for my soul, but I kinda like it
Chick bad for my soul, but I'm tryna wife it
Goddamn, goddamn (damn)
I just need my fetty wop, green eggs and ham
I put you on my chopping block like, nigga, you should stop playing
We got a whole lotta money, I'm tryna stack and make a plan
You gotta wire the money, the bank won't never stand a chance
Woah woah, baby
Woah woah, baby
Woah woah, baby
Woah woah, baby

Written by:
Brian Henderson

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