Saurus Sa & Raf Hendrix - Extra

Me and money got a mutual connection
Show me affection
Can't believe a young nigga was seeking attention
Trynna get into the mansion
You ain't living that shit you say
I got the evidence
Patek Philipe worth twenty eight bricks
I'm like the president
I gotta get paid
I gotta get laid
I gotta get saved
Money got me going crazy
Bad bitch tried to rape me
Police tried to chase me
I was on a highway 180

Picking up extra Cash
Picking up extra lash
Shipping in extra girls
Idk whose your girl
Paying up extra bills
Paying for extra gas
Paying for extra boose
I'm so high this life I chose
Picking up extra Cash
Picking up extra lash
Shipping in extra girls
I don't know whose your girl
Paying up extra bills
Paying for extra gas
Paying for extra boose
If u care don't get me home

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Yeah yeah yeah

Work on a clock
U outa luck
Glued to the emz
This is a maze
Fuck all the pain
It's worth the money
Slept on the floor
All for the doh
We had to roll
Foot in the soul
Running helter skelter clipping for drip
In the gutter floyd you hardly breath
She kept flipping in and out of the room
Play with a player end up get played eyy
Living that large
White house garage in ma garage eyy

Pickin up extra Cash
Pickin up extra lash
Shipping in extra girls
Idk whose your girl
Paying up extra bills
Paying for extra gas
Paying for extra boose
I'm so high this life I chose
Pickin up extra Cash
Pickin up extra lash
Shipping in extra girls
I don't know whose your girl
Paying up extra bills
Paying for extra gas
Paying for extra boose
If u care don't get me home

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yeah yeah yeah

Spitting the bars of death
I'm calling them deadlines
Lyrics are going right over your head
I'm calling them headlines
Okay Vision in 4k
I could do it for the whole day
She give me head foreplay
My new girl is like Beyonce
Ey yeah
In ma kodak days
Hoping this shit pays yeah
Worried bout ma ways
Weak like seven days ey yeah
Girl don't be funny
I gotta drip
I gotta ride
In a porshcea with them frog eyes
Cut the ties with the wise guys ey yeah

Written by:
Adrabo Edreen, Anyama Raphael

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