歌词
Benjamin and Franks, money in the bank
Rolling up this dank, got my mind feeling sank
Id be on it like a bitch.. getting filthy rich..
Figures on the switch shorty let me taste them lips
Cause I'm feening on your steez.. blazing on these trees..
Got a homie feeling like I'm riding with the breeze..
And you feeling on my steez.. u don't gota ease..
If u want it with a homie i don't gotta leave..
Baby girl i know you want it now, you want it by the pound
You need it feen it seen it marijeening just to smile
Let me give it to you girl, come into my world
Come into my world and let me show you diamond pearls..
Growing up now and we talk about the dollars
The dollar sign we holla, just to pop our collars
Think about the families in need, and how to honor
And fuck your shorter vision cause we see this vision further
It's murder, it's murder, we be murder further
Taking bigger leaps than your bigger brother could-a
And should-a, and would-a, homie take the leap
Cause you'll never know what could happen don't you see
And I'd be fucking with these bitches cause I know they want the D
Wifey's on the line.. trying to keep a homie on the keep
Let me give it to you girl, come into my world
Come into my world and let me show you diamond pearls..
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