Dame C-Note - NO TITLE

lighter flicks
You know what I'm saying
Real loner, real stoner
FreeMoneyWrld

Uh (Yeah)
I fuck with lil shawty no title (No title)
I run through that money, reuse and recycle
Hop on the road, know I come with that rifle
Yeah (Uh)
Bad as fuck, want a ring I can't wife her
I just married the game, I just made her my bridal
I can make a lil bitch fall in love and one night her
F-M running through hoes, cut them bitches like Michael
I just dropped off the load, bought my lil one some diapers
I'm on the run, we on go, hit the road for the money
I ran it up my ambition for hustling
Fuck on your bitch ice my wrist like a slushie
All these bitches on me make it hard for to trust me
We flexing hard cause we came up from nothin
Free my bros behind bars only God do the judging

Lotta shit on my heart but a nigga ain't budging
And it's still fuck the law tell them hoes free my cousin
Deep in the trap a long way from a onion
Dirty stick in the closet, that pistol I'm clutching
Said I'm sorry to Ma I get shit how it's comin
Good dope sell itself babygirl that's free money
Post up in the back blowin o's like a fungus
Youngins totin that gat and that bitch hold a hundred
You know we know better, but shit ain't no better
We move in that trap, move it fast get more cheddar
Lil babygirl bad with a ass I just met her
I need some pads, in the field got my bread up
We up the score undefeated the record
Yeah, baby that's just for the record
We moving pieces, it's chess it's not checkers
Run up on me swear to God you get wet up

Uh
I fuck with lil shawty no title
I run through that money, reuse and recycle
Hop on the road, know I come with that rifle
Yeah (Uh)
Bad as fuck, want a ring I can't wife her
I just married the game, I just made her my bridal
I can make a lil bitch fall in love & one night her
F-M running through hoes, cut them bitches like Michael
I just dropped off the load, bought my lil one some diapers
I'm on the run, we on go, hit the road for the money
I ran it up my ambition for hustling
Fuck on your bitch ice my wrist like a slushie
All these bitches on me make it hard for to trust me
We flexing hard cause we came up from nothin
Free my bros behind bars only God do the judging

Free the gang

Uh
I fuck with lil shawty no title
I run through that money, reuse and recycle
Hop on the road, know I come with that rifle
Yeah (Uh)
Bad as fuck, want a ring I can't wife her
I just married the game, I just made her my bridal
I can make a lil bitch fall in love and one night her
FreeMoneyWrld

Written by:
Damien Crowder

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