Silent Millionaires Clique - 9-Bucks up

Young nigga got my bucks up
And I got right out the mud
Don't ever get to comfortable
Can't believe I put my trust in u

Young nigga I got my bucks up
I remember dem days that I was fuck up
Now we back of the bach getting fuck up
I sipping this yac til I throw up
It was money of the food stamp card before I met the plug I had a day job
I was plotting niggas just to Robb
Me and my team yea we Finna mob
It wasn't always bottles popping in the club
It was time me and my niggas didn't have nothing to grub all this death that I seen didn't Drop a tear or care for a hug and for the cuz I'm
Sending those slugs with the gangster shoulders that I rub in the streets niggas show u No love nigga wanna play tuff and I never felt comfy still remember those days reing up On. Huffy kept the nine tuck by the tummy gotta wAtch for them nigga they moving Funny in god we trust it's all bout the money it's all bout the money
Dim the light

Young nigga got my bucks up
N I got it right out the mud yea
Don't ever get to
Comfortable can't believe I put my trust in you
Back in the days I was fucked fucked
Young nigga got my bucks up now I'm on top
Can't get enough counting all this money giving me a rush it's money over hoes so we Count it up so we count it up count it up count it up count up count it up so we count it Up Count it up count it up count it up so we count it up

Written by:
Joseph Moreira

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