Goin’ In Freestyle Z Money
"Goin’ In Freestyle" by Z Money, released in 2020, is a hip-hop track that showcases themes of ambition, resilience, and street life. The lyrics convey a sense of determination and hustle, reflecting the artist's journey. Unique musical elements include a hard-hitting beat and dynamic flow. The song resonates with listeners striving for success. #HipHop
[Intro]
Z Money
808 Mafia
[Verse]
Really sellin' chickens, 100 pounds of mid
Yellin' that you want it, nigga, come and get
I became a trapper when I stacked my first first
Bitches love a dog and I love a bitch that's trippin'
Come and let me count my money, then I fuck her sittin'
I would go cop a Wraith, but that cause too much attention
I'm huntin' in the trap, hell no, I'm not a piston
Got killers in the trap, pussy nigga think I'm trippin'
Don't flick up that lil ho unless you're flickin' 'bout my zipper
Invest a hundred in my music, I'm not signin', mister
Yesterday, I seen myself, that shot worth 'bout 250
I'm sad it blew up on my porch, I am a dope dealer
Fuck up out a damn boy, I'm just dope addicted
Two-sixes on my ride, look how I'm floatin', nigga
Don't care, white, grey, or brown, heat it like toast, nigga
This why I ain't feelin', this my only main [?]
My worst month of the year, next year, every month a milli
Nigga, I make money every day, fuck a Christmas
My other nigga trippin', holiday, can't get busy
But I'm so patient, waitin' on this money, need a fifty
It's Christmas Eve, I'm pourin' up a pint with my nigga
But that's a rocket, gotta keep a Gat 'cause you might get it
Flodgin' ass nigga post another nigga skrilla
She came out as a girl, lil girly ass nigga
Pillow talkin' like a bitch, like a girl, nigga
Fuckin' on your sister, yeah, she fuck a real nigga
Ain't tryna stop the peace, I ain't tryna do no killin'
Z Money want you on my dick, I want a hundred million
I know I'm worth, I know I'm worth more than these fake ass niggas
And I'm independent, never see me in the pendant
Ever seen some junkies hoppin' all the way to the ceiling?
Z Money [?] early, out here standin' in the kitchen
Because it's almost Christmas, gotta check another 50
Don't wanna hear no old rich stories, nigga, stop the preachin'
'Cause I ain't goin broke, see 60k before the weekend
I only knew her 8 hours, then she let me christen
Don't wanna wear no Christians in my past she [?] to keep it
Spent a hundred on my car so I don't have to lease it
I be too high and I'm bein' paid, I'm payin' leases
Just got a crib in MIA, I wake up, see the beaches
STL, got a mansion in Georgia with my peaches
And I be fuckin' on my peaches damn near every weekend
And bitches know I'm not a vegan, bitch, I like a Benji
And I be havin' bitches, I [?] in them like 50s
Stackin' all this bread, I...
Z Money
808 Mafia
[Verse]
Really sellin' chickens, 100 pounds of mid
Yellin' that you want it, nigga, come and get
I became a trapper when I stacked my first first
Bitches love a dog and I love a bitch that's trippin'
Come and let me count my money, then I fuck her sittin'
I would go cop a Wraith, but that cause too much attention
I'm huntin' in the trap, hell no, I'm not a piston
Got killers in the trap, pussy nigga think I'm trippin'
Don't flick up that lil ho unless you're flickin' 'bout my zipper
Invest a hundred in my music, I'm not signin', mister
Yesterday, I seen myself, that shot worth 'bout 250
I'm sad it blew up on my porch, I am a dope dealer
Fuck up out a damn boy, I'm just dope addicted
Two-sixes on my ride, look how I'm floatin', nigga
Don't care, white, grey, or brown, heat it like toast, nigga
This why I ain't feelin', this my only main [?]
My worst month of the year, next year, every month a milli
Nigga, I make money every day, fuck a Christmas
My other nigga trippin', holiday, can't get busy
But I'm so patient, waitin' on this money, need a fifty
It's Christmas Eve, I'm pourin' up a pint with my nigga
But that's a rocket, gotta keep a Gat 'cause you might get it
Flodgin' ass nigga post another nigga skrilla
She came out as a girl, lil girly ass nigga
Pillow talkin' like a bitch, like a girl, nigga
Fuckin' on your sister, yeah, she fuck a real nigga
Ain't tryna stop the peace, I ain't tryna do no killin'
Z Money want you on my dick, I want a hundred million
I know I'm worth, I know I'm worth more than these fake ass niggas
And I'm independent, never see me in the pendant
Ever seen some junkies hoppin' all the way to the ceiling?
Z Money [?] early, out here standin' in the kitchen
Because it's almost Christmas, gotta check another 50
Don't wanna hear no old rich stories, nigga, stop the preachin'
'Cause I ain't goin broke, see 60k before the weekend
I only knew her 8 hours, then she let me christen
Don't wanna wear no Christians in my past she [?] to keep it
Spent a hundred on my car so I don't have to lease it
I be too high and I'm bein' paid, I'm payin' leases
Just got a crib in MIA, I wake up, see the beaches
STL, got a mansion in Georgia with my peaches
And I be fuckin' on my peaches damn near every weekend
And bitches know I'm not a vegan, bitch, I like a Benji
And I be havin' bitches, I [?] in them like 50s
Stackin' all this bread, I...
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