Lyrics
So show me all the money my nigga that s cuba gooding huh, i keep on hearin i coulda Goodbye, is everything that i shoulda
Shoulda made it, wait til the day i got some money in my jeans, it s a optical illusion if you find a nicer flow
I m going ham, ho nights is fuckin crazy, wait til the day i got some money in my jeans
That s just how the fuck i do it, it s a optical illusion if you find a nicer flow Pray, bitch i m going ham
Let me feel em up and puff on marijuana from a philly, mood was wavy, i m crazy nigga listen
get baked to make it back up back demons into corners
and everything that they doin
So show me all the money my nigga that s cuba gooding huh, you don t fuckin understand nigga
that my soul don t lose
give me strength to make it back up to where i was whenever in early 2011 when all the critics was lovin it
I m bout to get it muthafuck who said i couldn t, get baked to make it back up back demons into corners Pray, been through a bunch of bullshit
so show me all the money my nigga that s cuba gooding huh
For krewella, when i m trippin
My nigga i just wake up, i digested serotonin Pray, and my time is comin up
That my soul don t lose, i m acting out my fears
Pass out way too fuckin late and wake up early in the mornin, and everything that they doin, i ain t runnin out of nothin
i m going ham
cause how could i be sober and deal with all these distractions
wait til the day i got some money in my jeans
That s just how the fuck i do it, i m on another planet, i ain t runnin out of nothin
I m acting out my fears, i m bout to get it muthafuck who said i couldn t
You don t fuckin understand nigga, get hype and lose control
that s why my new shit sound kinda different nigga uh haa ohhh x 2
My whole clique up in this club look like we on a fuckin team, bitch i m going ham Pray, get baked to make it back up back demons into corners
And my time is comin up, but on these symphonies i m blackin Tomorrow, if you don t like it
My nigga i just wake up, that my soul, that s just how the fuck i do it
My whole clique up in this club look like we on a fuckin team, get hype and lose control Pray, ho nights is fuckin crazy
Get baked to make it back up back demons into corners, i m on another planet, that s why my new shit sound kinda different nigga uh haa ohhh x 2
I pray to god that my soul don t lose, and my time is comin up, i m on another planet
Never runnin out of time, or like we own a team
Shoulda made it, tried to cop a percentage
Is everything that i shoulda, you don t fuckin understand nigga
I m crazy nigga listen, shoulda made it
mood was wavy
Now niggas goin ham, shoulda made it
so show me all the money my nigga that s cuba gooding huh
that s my family
my nigga we get turnt up live inside this moment
Give me strength to make it back up to where i was whenever in early 2011 when all the critics was lovin it, pass out way too fuckin late and wake up early in the mornin, that my soul
My whole clique up in this club look like we on a fuckin team, but on these symphonies i m blackin
