Cee Armel - Dis Money

You know what that laugh means right?

Dis money I need it
I get it I'm on it
These niggas be plottin
They watchin we on em
Dis money I need it
I get it I'm on it
These niggas be plottin
They watchin we on em
Dis money I need it
I get it I'm on it
These niggas be plottin
They watchin we on em
Dis money I need it
I get it I'm on it
These niggas be plottin
They watchin we on em

Who hot like me and who pop like Cee?
Can't name another off top like me
Who really put in work
And bossed up like me?
Folks still gettin lost in the sauce, I see
They be like, Hi-Cee
Yeah Cause I got the juice
For the record I body the booth
You see it you hear it stop askin for proof
It all makes sense now I aint get it before
Livin a life they could never ignore
Still want that mink that might
Drag on the floor
All this Gucci?
I'm bringin back Christian Dior
You got it I want it
Might buy out the store
Blow that bag and make it back n a tour
For the weekend
Just gimme a PartyNextDoor
Melani Kehlani no matter the whore
Turn Uncle Drew If these shorties want raw
I aint gotta discuss it you know what you saw
Shooters been ready to run up the score
Aim 4 the head man thats 2 to ya jaw
Momma's still livin
Aint lovin no broad
Don't care bout ya feelings
So eff what you thought
Don't play em too close
Anyone could be bought
Please forgive me
I be gettin drunk in my thoughts
See my guys winning I'm frontin the cost
Anyone leachin we tell em get lost
All these trial tribulations they made me a boss
Since a youngn the Cannon been plottin the porsche
See my guys winning I'm frontin the cost
Anyone leachin we tell em get lost
Trial tribulations they made me a boss
Since a youngn the Cannon been plottin the porsche

Dis money I need it
I get it I'm on it
These niggas be plottin
They watchin we on em
Dis money I need it
I get it I'm on it
These niggas be plottin
They watchin we on em
Dis money I need it
I get it I'm on it
These niggas be plottin
They watchin we on em
Dis money I need it
I get it I'm on it
These niggas be plottin
They watchin we on em

Dis money be all on my mind
So I had to make up my mind
My mom always told me go get it
I never was foreign to grind
This lifestyle was all by design
Tell me who got a story like mine
Lord knows if I'm lying I'm frying
It's only a matter of matter of
Damn
I don't gotta talk they all know what's up
We was broke boys but they ain't notice us
Off two dice they all roll with us
Og's they was moldin us
Never quit no folding up
Model joints stay rollin up
Now these diamond pieces be the coldest cuts
Hah, okay
Hittin that stride so I must have a genie
Less spaghetti and more fettuccine linguine
I need my green like zucchini
Wait damn I shoulda said broccoli
I got it now nobody stoppin me
I ain't give you permission don't talk to me
Yikes, I'm sorry
I know that that might've been rude
But my momma ain't raise her no fool
Took her grind multiplied it by 2
I ain't get here by payin my dues
Never patient no following rules
Call me buttah the boy is so smooth
If I say it's game over you lose

Dis money I need it
I get it I'm on it
These niggas be plottin
They watchin we on em
Dis money I need it
I get it I'm on it
These niggas be plottin
They watchin we on em
Dis money I need it
I get it I'm on it
These niggas be plottin
They watchin we on em
Dis money I need it
I get it I'm on it
These niggas be plottin
They watchin we on em

Written by:
Cyril Mpacko

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