TyPesos - Exchange

I got alot left to gain
Grow up don't wanna have to work minimum wage
I wanna be on the
Thinking you stopping me nigga you lost
Cells in your brain

I need a umbrella, a shield from the rainy days
I got alot left to gain
When I grow up I don't wanna have to work minimum wage
I wanna be on the center stage
If you thinking you stopping me, nigga you lost
All of the cells in your brain
I just want the money I don't want the fame, yuh
That is a even exchange
I might just live in the hills but i'm too real, so the whole world imma conquer
I'm gonna stack all these bills, couple of mils', till all my money get longer
He wanna act like my bro, come to my show, stand on the stage of my concert
If you thinking bout upping the sco' we not no hoes, I promise you gon need a doctor

They think that they taking it somewhere but i'm going farther
I'm rocking out like a rocker
And I be dripping like water
And I be fucking your daughter
She from the streets it's a slaughter
She from the streets, yeah
Her body petite, yeah
Of course she a freak, yeah
Her body elite, yeah
I got enemies, yeah
Around me they creep, yeah
Designer on my body, I got Alexander McQueen on my feet, yeah
And i'm collecting the money, the money is coming to me, yeah (Yea)
And she swallow my kids and my babies left all on her teeth, yeah (Yea)
And i'm pouring a pint of the Actavis, making me weak, yeah
Got a hold of my life yea it strangle
Chains on my neck yea they dangle (Dangle)
I need to know if you're riding
I need to know what's your angle (Angle)

I need a umbrella, a shield from the rainy days
I got alot left to gain
When I grow up I don't wanna have to work minimum wage
I wanna be on the center stage
If you thinking you stopping me, nigga you lost
All of the cells in your brain
I just want the money I don't want the fame, yuh
That is a even exchange
I might just live in the hills, but i'm too real, so the whole world imma conquer
I'm gonna stack all these bills, couple of mils' till all my money get longer
He wanna act like my bro, come to my show, stand on the stage of my concert
If you thinking bout upping the sco' we not hoes, I promise you gon need a doctor

Written by:
Tyler Brown

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