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I make money online
 I make money on time
 I make money online
 All my niggas got me makin' money online
 I make money on time
 Shawty wanna fuck but I give her no time
 Wanna make a mil', 9-5 weren't an option
 In the field you're gonna run outta options
 She always complain like she nah see me often
 But often I be OT tourin'
 Gyal don't worry I'll be yard in the mornin'
 Use to move like I got nothin' to lose
 Mixed the Off-White with the Goose
 Rollin' with like 10 of the goons
 Money callin', money talkin'
 Trap phone goin' ring ring
 Trap phone buy me bling-bling, yeah
 Where was you way back then?
 I was doing stick up with my bad friends
 Police had us twist up on the landin'
 Every other time mixed up in violence
 Not just because of the buss down
 But I'm on the grind 'till I'm up now
 Hustle in the blood, I'm a hustler
 Top striker call me Costa
 And my line ringin' from qway
 Trap line ringin' all day
 And my line ringin' from qway
 Trap line singin' all day
 Wanna make a mil', 9-5 weren't an option
 In the field you're gonna run outta options
 She always complain like she nah see me often
 But often I be OT tourin'
 Gyal don't worry I'll be yard in the mornin'
 Use to move like I got nothin' to lose
 Mixed the Off-White with the Goose
 Rollin' with like 10 of the goons
 Stylish, LV drop, man I rock it with sliders
 Shopping abroad first day I'm off-license
 Came fresh home first thing I done, diamonds
 All about timin', wrist so blindin'
 Cuz she's all Boo'd up, man she got haters
 We don't fly Europe, we just go Vegas
 Man try draws her, she don't do strangers, fuck about status, uh
 'Bout Corsa, put her in a Porshe
 Eyebrow sharpish, lookin' like my borer
 Come a long way from chillin' on a corner
 Fat arse body, oh that's torture
 I ain't getting poorer
 Always complain that she can't see me often
 I just keep it real, I can't run out of option
 I can see you're stressed out and you keep callin'
 Gyal don't worry I'll be out in the mornin'
 Wanna make a mil', 9-5 weren't an option
 In the field you're gonna run outta options
 She always complain like she nah see me often
 But often I be OT tourin'
 Gyal don't worry I'll be yard in the mornin'
 Use to move like I got nothin' to lose
 Mixed the Off-White with the Goose
 Rollin' with like 10 of the goons
 Amazing, all of this money I'm making
 Nights on the back roads, didn't phase me
 Did it for the culture where they raised me
 About to make a move
 Might have to sell food
 Do what she gotta do
 And tell the judge, "free the goons"
 With a loud pack in my loud pack
 And I'm takin' it qway, plus all of the gang
 Baby girl you look familiar, convo start and we wan' fi get familiar
 Girl I'm a trendy yute
 Lemme put you in them new Fendi shoes
 Guys only hate when they wanna be you
 Guys only hate when they wanna be you
 I can never be you, nah nah
 Wanna make a mil', 9-5 weren't an option
 In the field you're gonna run outta options
 She always complain like she nah see me often
 But often I be OT tourin'
 Gyal don't worry I'll be yard in the mornin'
 Use to move like I got nothin' to lose
 Mixed the Off-White with the Goose
 Rollin' with like 10 of the goons
 Makin' money
 She said, "nigga, you don't make no time for me"
 Because I trap, trap 'til the early mornin'
 And now they pray on the downfall of me
 You can't take my shine
 This shine makin' niggas close blinds
 There's no stoppin' this grind
 Fuck around I'll take your pig to the shrine
 

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04:00
Key
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Tempo
102 BPM

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