C Wil - Make A Lot (feat. Brilliance)

Yeah
Yeah
(Ooooo oooo)
Money talk if you need to hit the spot
Come and see me if you wanna make a lot
(Make a lot)
Never sure if you tryna play these games
(Games)
Got the shooters in my pocket for the fame
(Fame)
Money talk if you need to hit the spot
(Spot)
Come and see me if you wanna make a lot
Never sure if you tryna play these games
(Make a lot)
Got the shooters in my pocket for the fame
(Here we go)
Y'all gone make me act up rapper bodies (is) what I'm mailin' in
Houston local chop and screw it so hard slumped like heroin
Throw up the H you don't like it I'm not hearing it
Our culture imprinted on us so hard it's hard to manage it
Either fuck you up or help ya out we good Samaritans
We takin' over the game yeah that's right totalitarian
I'm smokin' down Westheimer eyes low, vision in narrowin'
I truly am better than you but we ain't going there again
Why don't these people love me
I grew up around drop top slabs and blastin' that Bun B
And haters still more sour than soy sauce I'm talkin' no dumplings
Don't talk about my past that subject is touchy
I ease my mind when my girl say babe just fuck me
(Yuh)
Eat her alive until my tummies not rumbling
And then make heaters in the booth until we poppin' that bubbly
Smoke 'till my eyes look low all glazed and all crusty
Don't show my hand like gin rummy
Keep my name out ya mouth you boys you know nothing, yuh
Money talk if you need to hit the spot
Come and see me if you wanna make a lot
(Make a lot)
Never sure if you tryna play these games
Got the shooters in my pocket for the fame
(For the fame)
Money talk if you need to hit the spot
Come and see me if you wanna make a lot
(Make a lot)
Never sure if you tryna play these games
Got the shooters in my pocket for the fame
(For the...fame)

Written by:
Chris Wilson, Kieran Lasker

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