Dame C-Note - JECTS

*lighter flicks
FreeMoney shit
Yeah

I'm blowin smoke, exotic pack
Down bad, you remember that
All my niggas got a gat
We out where they killin at
I fuck shawty all the time then pop out right back to the jects
I came up off servin sacks
This money make these bitches wet
Lil basic bitch she want a check
These thots don't get no damn respect
These shots get hot like cigarette
He hide on the internet
My bitch like me she servin yeah
Racks, yeah you heard of that
Act, I sip dirty yeah
I came with that thirty yeah
Apply, pressure
I'm ducking the feds yeah
These bitches come with extra
We grinding forever
This money make me handsome
Shout out all my fans yeah
Skirt off for that cash yeah
Chasin rubber bands yeah

Fell in love with money
So long I been out here hustling
Say you down but I don't trust it
Say it's up you know I'm clutching
I came home I ain't have nothin
Now these niggas all want something
I might pull up with FreeMoney
Nigga play you gon get punished
We send shots out we road running
Bad bitch hop out she so stunning
In too deep this game get bloody
Big 2-3 I ball cross country
Jumped in the game young nigga got bunnies
Fuck ass nigga ain't hitting on nothin
Ima shoot shot at a bitch like Duncan
It ain't bout guap, you ain't got nothin for me
Yeah
I stack it up, let it rot like a fungus
Having a lot, nigga got an abundance
My niggas in the pen stabbing like Bundy
I'm smoking dope got me high like a bungee
I want it all so I'm out tryna fund it
We going up ain't been down since a youngin
I'm clocking in with them pounds on a Monday

I'm blowing smoke, exotic pack
Down bad, you remember that
All my niggas got a gat
We out where they killing at
I fuck shawty all the time then pop out right back to the jects
I came up off serving sacks
This money make these bitches wet
Lil basic bitch she want a check
These thots don't get no damn respect
These shots get hot like cigarette
He hide on the internet
My bitch like me she serving yeah
Racks, yeah you heard of that
Act, I sip dirty yeah
I came with that thirty yeah
Apply, pressure
I'm ducking the feds yeah
These bitches come with extra
We grinding forever
This money make me handsome
Shout out all my fans yeah
Skirt off for that cash yeah
Chasin rubber bands yeah

FreeMoney

Written by:
Damien Crowder

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