Lyrics

The money make it move, I'm tryna see what I can get into
Remember me? That **** Banks be rapping like the rent due
I tried to keep it calm and not max out like the men do
Man these **** missing screws, you can see them bitches spin loose
I'd get 'em sent through
If I was 5'5, I'd still walk like I was 10'2
Gotta watch what I let inside of my mind and what I tend to
If I don't rock with these ****, I ain't 'boutta come around and pretend to
I don't give a fuck what penitentiary a **** been to
You ain't even gotta tell me none of your stories, **** I been too
Look me all in my eyes and tell me, can you see what I been through?
Every time they outside and 'bout to fight, it's drug induced
**** stressing, pouring lines, mixing mud and juice
They can't tell me nothing, **** I seen it
Put a lil' number on him, now a couple **** tryna ring it
Told my girl I like so much, I might go head and bling it
Diamonds bust all out the link, look how it's gleaming
Okay I see it
I want it
You rent it
I own it
Man it's YOLO, we just living in the moment
These men acting like women now and we do not condone it
Need to go get you some business, make it work, then take that play back home and clone it
Man I
Uh Uh
I want it
You rent it
I own it
Man it's YOLO, we just living in the moment
These men acting like women now and we do not condone it
Need to go get you some business, make it work, then take that play back home and clone it
That's the Method
Written by: B. Williams, D Durben
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