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Chris Travis

Where My Money

 

Where My Money

(album: Never Forget - 2014)


I'm like the leaves in the fall never blend or dissolve
Orange paint on my walls, blue lights in the hall
Thinking big, never small, ass, tits and her jaws
Paying rent for your home, paying rent for the zone
So damn deep when I'm on the creep
Still got drugs but I never sleep
Still got plugs when I'm in the east
Pocket full of money, but we ride on e
Water Boyz for life everything on me
I'm too bright probably make your eyes bleed
Flow so sick turn a nigga chinese
So lowkey where they won't find me

I don't give a fuck about you
Bitch where my money?
Smoking blunts up in her house fool, cause it's too sunny
Promise I can't fuck with you
I know your game
Promise I can't be with you
You fuck with lames

I don't give a fuck about you
Bitch where my money?
Smoking blunts up in her house fool, cause it's too sunny
Promise I can't fuck with you
I know your game
Promise I can't be with you
You fuck with lames

Bitch I'm a grind 'till the day that I drop
I'm a die then come back as a raindrop
Hype-beast ass niggas
Y'all so flip-flop
Baby catch up bitch
This not hip-hop
I don't really give a fuck just playing hop scotch
On the beat cause it's easy for a nigga
Why not?
Smoke blunts till I fall and my heartbeat stops
Beat a nigga in the hall 'till the teacher came out
Didn't even need to smoke
Now I gotta keep an ounce
And I smoke with my niggas when they all money down
And you already know boy I'm comming through your town
Like Jason Voorhees
Here to shut shit down
Phone worth about a mil cause the verses in my pad
East Memphis vet bitch
That's something you never had
All these girls on my dick bruh
Shout outs to my dad
Claim you smoking on new shit harder than brass

I don't give a fuck about you
Bitch where my money?
Smoking blunts up in her house fool, cause it's too sunny
Promise I can't fuck with you
I know your game
Promise I can't be with you
You fuck with lames

I don't give a fuck about you
Bitch where my money?
Smoking blunts up in her house fool, cause it's too sunny
Promise I can't fuck with you
I know your game
Promise I can't be with you
You fuck with lames

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