I Made So Much Money My Dad Came Back CHRIST DILLINGER

[Intro]
(Shadow Rich Gang just took your soul, and you're never gettin' it back)
(Shadow wizard goblin insanity)
(I'm being gangstalked by the CIA, they put a chip in my brain)

[Verse 1]
Tired of the scale, hand me the bowl
When it comes to the money it's hard to say no
I walk out the trap and I walk back in
They didn't believe, but I did it again
She ain't believe I wouldn't do it again
That's OK, now I'mma fuck your friend
Money longer, we won't cut you in
Fuck the bag up, then get it back again
Sometimes you gotta fuck up the bag just to get it back
You never had the bag if you can't get it back
Fuck a niggas bitch, he can't get her back
Top shelf gas gave me a heart attack
I made so much money my dad came back

[Verse 2]
I made so much money my bitch wish she didn't leave
I drank so much lean all I see is Z's
I feel like Stevie Wonder, nigga, I can't see
Sunglasses at night, nigga, I can't see
Beat the shit out a nigga for fucking with me
Double seal on when I hop out the V
If you cop two bags you get one free (Shadow)
He only talk to me now 'cause he know he need me
Opps so down bad they sendin' treatise
Opps like the Native Americans on the trail of tears
Opps look like the nigga that made Denim Tears
An 8th or a blunt, don't matter to me
I'll cut a nigga off happily
My bitch don't know what's the matter with me
My bitch tryna figure out what's the matter with me
Don't bother calling if it ain't 'bout a check
I'll pick a nigga up and drop him on his neck
I can't miss, I'm like Jimmer Fredette
Pockets thicker now, my ex bitch upset