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Correct Alotta Funds Lyrics
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[Verse 1] I got a girl on my lap playing white Iverson And she asking me why I have a song So i tell her I'm as real as they come If Noah made the ark den I'm chilling like Buddha At the park meditating till i start levitating To stars catch me at the back of the bus Chilling solo I don't need an entourage This trap got a nigga going what! cause I always To writing lyrics from the heart You talking about money you ain't got Nigga shut the fuck up We at the crib thinking about cargo Head to the club snatch a couple of phones then we buy bottles Back cardrille invite a couple bear white tings So fine they be looking like models Smoke sniff sip then we on Like the time Buxc went and did a home made bong Got so high my nigga we was gone Tired of broke dawgg I can't take it But this lifestyle way too expensive Blow our last money just to get girls naked Raised in rusternburg Rizana and muruleng my places Listening to forest hill drive like damn Cole Are you kidding I'm trying to make a million dollars outta rap too Shock the whole world when I'm on my picashu Uppercut jab and I always stick and move Flow goes in can't be stopped by waterproof proof proof proof Did I mention trying to get mama a mention in sandton When work gets her tired vacay in the Hamptons hamptons Hamptons [Hook] Fuck a bucket hat I'm a snap back kinda cat Fuck her on the mat I'll take her to the bed in a sec Where the money at dis ain't no bank I don't take cred Why we do this haaa wanna know why we do this haa! For alotta funds we do this for alotta fucking funds Yeah we need the funds do this for alotta fucking funds For alotta funds do it for alotta Grinding till the sun down cause we need alotta fucking funds [Verse 2] Rapping and macking and tra trapping and packing And making it counter atta attacking and giving em Aviatrix and mathematics when I'm stuck in traffic I just pull Out a napkin flip it into an atlas put myself on the map of rap And two step Nigga forget the cred I want cash Even if I have a stack I won't flex Treat life like hour glass it won't last Forever trying to turn it into heaven on earth Cause I never had it easy since birth Latley its been getting kinda worse Got me thinking that probably curesd Grinding just put money in my moms purse Cause I always stole money out the same damn purse You heard try to keep it hunid on every single verse Word!! Damn I miss the city and my nigga at cardrille Hustled on the low and they always kept it trill College got a youngin thinking about a deal Ain't gon settle for a fuckin office and a whip White picket fence,suit tie,wife and a kid Since a pikinini I had to be the man is this bitch Fuck everything my nigga cause ignorance is bliss Poping pills and stuff cause I'm tired of feeling like shit [Hook] Fuck a bucket hat I'm a snap back kinda cat Fuck her on the mat I'll take her to the bed in a sec Where the money at dis ain't no bank I don't take cred Why we do this haaa wanna know why we do this haa! For alotta funds we do this for alotta fucking funds Yeah we need the funds do this for alotta fucking funds For alotta funds do it for alotta Grinding till the sun down cause we need alotta fucking funds
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