Lyrics

Gotta stay silent,when I make moves N*ggas can't f*ck with my motion You can't mix business with no feelings The money ain't got no emotion We lost our bro when the mandem in jail I don't know how them n*ggs there coping Missed out on 100 bags,I looked at bro like Bro, are you joking I'm reckless,I just don't care I'll admit I held a lil poking But next day me and my bro Outside really tryna soak 'em I don't really remember how it went Cuz the weed I smoke everyday so potent And promethazine in my potion Uh,freaky lil b*tch,bring lotion All of my n*ggas are kosher I can't even spell sober They know I can't settle for less I stayed to the trap till it's over In the kitchen whipping coca Told my b*tch go buy baking soda I'm getting rich of yola Don't tell my lawyer cuz I told him Gotta stay silent,when I make moves N*ggas can't f*ck with my motion You can't mix business with no feelings The money ain't got no emotion We lost our bro when the mandem in jail I don't know how them nggs there coping Missed out on 100 bags,I looked at bro like Bro,are you joking Bro are you serious? N*gas delirious Nggas ungrateful as f*ck Complaining like btches on periods Nggas not serious Nggas delirious I'm eat n*ggas and cut them up Just cuz I feel furious Started in the streets with half a o Most of my n*ggas are getting dough Do you really think you're beefing me? Most you of n*gas ain't got smoke I'm too real you can ask my bitch On my people dem I never switch I been trapping trapping trapping trapping All these years I ain't really into getting lit Gotta stay silent,when I make moves N*ggas can't f*ck with my motion You can't mix business with no feelings The money ain't got no emotion We lost our bro when the mandem in jail I don't know how them n*ggs there coping Missed out on 100 bags,I looked at bro like Bro, are you joking
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