Theoryh20 - K.B.M (Kroger Bag Money)

Chorus
I need Kroger’s bag money
Filled up
I said don’t be mad honey
I don’t feel ya
I got a tab running
Let it build up
If you grab dummy
Ima kill ya
Counting cash counting Paso
Count money count euros
Counting pounds counting yin
Aww Fuck it man in all in



Used the get it off the block
Now I get I work wide
Bags comin non stop
Counting money where I reside
Stash in a shoe box
45 on my side
Insure that ya heart stop
Call that nation wide
Red dots on ya chin
Like meesles on ya skin
White girl Lindsay Lohan
Call it parent trap then
Frat house the stepping
All over the product
Armstrong they stretching
And the block hot like August
Make it work the lesson
I’m just being composite
All mine no flexing
I remain the calmest
While you niggas still stressing
I just got another deposit
I’m just counting my blessing
Jewelry look like vomit
I just get the money like I came for dummy
Shine through the dark like I’m partly sunny
Made it from a spot that was always slummy
Went a few nights no food in my tummy
Now I’m eating good but I’m still hungry
Lettuce and cheese look real yummy
I’m trying the eat by any means
Got Nothing the spare you won’t get nothing from me


Chorus
I need Kroger’s bag money
Filled up
I said don’t be mad honey
I don’t feel ya
I got a tab running
Let it build up
If you grab dummy
Ima kill ya
Counting cash counting Paso
Count money count euros
Counting pounds counting yin
Aww Fuck it man in all in

Cook me up chop me up weight me up push it
I’m dope looking like a kilo
You look like a zip
I look like a pure flip
I just get it real quick
You nickel and dining on the strip
I was sitting on the bench
They was fourth and inch
Coach put me in for a field goal
Man I ran that shit
Getting to the money oh here we go
Get drumming we ain’t marching hoe
Tutt my horn I mean sparking those
All I know is zeros
On ya head sombreros
Comma in front
With Comma in front
Won’t leave without what I want
Snatch and dash
No black mask
So pass the cash
Or get toe tagged
I don’t really care if they see my face
If they do they won’t leave this place
They hands up and I ain’t simon say
Wont the whole bag
Don’t hold back
I’m a throw jabs
Let the 4 clap
From the 45 if you jump man
Call that a throw back
I just hit em with the pump
I ain’t talking no basketball
I just watched him slump
Now y watch his casket fall
Chorus
I need Kroger’s bag money
Filled up
I said don’t be mad honey
I don’t feel ya
I got a tab running
Let it build up
If you grab dummy
Ima kill ya
Counting cash counting Paso
Count money count euros
Counting pounds counting yin
Aww Fuck it man in all in

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