Tha Life

King Los

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[Hook: Def]
Money and bitches
Bitches and money
I'm addicted to money
My only interest is money
You ain't gettin this sonny
That's why yo bitches will fuck me
You want me
Come find me
I'm right at the end of the money Stack
Money and bitches
Bitches and money
I'm addicted to money
My only interest is money
You ain't gettin this sonny
That's why yo bitches will fuck me
You want me
Come find me
I'm right at the end of the money, Whoo

[Verse 1: Merk]
Money and bitches I got it made
And I keepem clean like I got a maid
And I'm stuntin with this bread
Fuck that minors face
They tell me this money uh kill you
I tell em I'm not afraid
See I grind for this shit, grind for this shit
So much I ain't got time for this shit
Money everywhere swear I ain't lieing this shit
Me too hell no you lieing this shit
I keepin a stack
This is what I do
I'm livin it right but I'm dying this swit
I'm too high in this shit
Make safe on deck
I'm supplying this shit
Cause I am the shit bitch
Yes I am the smarrow
My pocket to fat
Inwhiteney smell
I'm trying to talk
You have buttoned me
Sense I'm dying in hell
Fuck it cause I refuse to be one of these niggas
Eating but barley they skin and bones
Make it to the top guess they so high and they fell
Splat fall face plant
See me I ball space hand
And you just mad
Cause we taking ya'll place then, (Sorry)
Sore loser
Now that ain't nice at all
Shake hands
We taking over
This is just a small (shakes bank)

[Hook: Def]

[Verse 2: Los]
I gotta choppa named Charlie
A bitch named Charlie
With a choppa on a Harley
That a chop a hole for me
Lord proper slow bunny
That a chop a whole onion
When it's goin down
She got that geranamo for me
Got a bitch named Chris
That only drink Moe
I got a bitch named Moe
That only drink Chris
I bring chrisy moe moe
I bring moe moe chris
Meetem at the moe moe
And then I fuck both chicks
Cause bitch I balldrum walk chris paul paul piss
Bitch eyes balls fall out her head
I over ball just like I lis
I'm over ya'll just like paul is
Stop eyeballin this life I live
You ain't do shit once then twice I did
So stop talkin bout whatcha finna do
Whatcha bedda do
Whatcha medda do
You pretendid to
Such a general
But in general
Tentin you couldn't equal one me nigga
Better act right you could stand on the moon
With a flashlight still couldn't sun me nigga
I'm comfy nigga
And you mufuckas be bums
And more like a bumbee nigga
Underground king
Come and see
With a pepsi
And do you
I wouldve done me
I'm out this bitch

[Hook: Def]

[Verse 3:]
Bitches and money
Always after the money
I crack a bottle
Smash a model
Get back to the money
See that's the modo that we follow
You lackin it dummy
That's why they get by the tummy
Guess why you bastards ain't funny
No work no fame
That's famers go beserk on lanes
And squirt those flames are the worse propane
No pain no game and my verse cocaine
Cause it's me E F hifa M hifa M
E R K flow fuck yo men I admit
If you ever thought you was playin them trig again
Your a bitch trapped in a dead raw
Man I stroggle hard, bow guard
And go off Oh-Lah
Well the lights go low
And if it all gets skried
In the beginning it starts gets squad or draw
With a bitch type bad
With a ass quite fat
I'm a pipe that back
See ello white jack
It ain't a can have last week
Over my pad
Made a bite that scratch me
Sorry my bad
Is that to wrong
Or to explicit
If you can't take it
Why is you listenin
And before I wanted this shit
My mind was only on money and bitches

[Hook: Def]