[Intro]
T-Raww
Do this shit e'ryday
[Chorus]
I'm making money nigga e'ryday, e'ryday, e'ryday
She making promises e'ryday, e'ryday, e'ryday
I'm sipping somethin' smoking mary jane, mary jane, e'ryday
Kilos of gold on e'ryday, e'ryday, it's payday
I'm making money nigga e'ryday, e'ryday, e'ryday
She making promises e'ryday, e'ryday, e'ryday
I'm sipping somethin' smoking mary jane, mary jane, e'ryday
Kilos of gold on e'ryday, e'ryday, it's payday
[Verse 1]
Mozart with the Mulsanne
Most hated with the most chains
I'm polar bear on my ice game
You pointing fingers, someone to blame
I'm sick of shit, nigga, tired of liars
So high, feel like dying
No reparations, no check for slavery
My current location somewhere in Vegas
Man, I hope I make it, hope I make it
God's plan, not even you can save me
King Musa baby, I'm a Musa baby
I need baby like a more baby
Need décor baby, my house amazin'
Went so low like a temptation
Shit gettin' rough, gotta be abrasive
Signs of things, gotta keep a banger
Fuck that, when your end's low, can't trust nobody
My back against the wall, and I don't fuck with nobody
Know somebody caught a body and he haunted, I don't want that
Count your blessings, stop complainin'
Be precision with your aimin', 'cause I'm—
T-Raww
Do this shit e'ryday
[Chorus]
I'm making money nigga e'ryday, e'ryday, e'ryday
She making promises e'ryday, e'ryday, e'ryday
I'm sipping somethin' smoking mary jane, mary jane, e'ryday
Kilos of gold on e'ryday, e'ryday, it's payday
I'm making money nigga e'ryday, e'ryday, e'ryday
She making promises e'ryday, e'ryday, e'ryday
I'm sipping somethin' smoking mary jane, mary jane, e'ryday
Kilos of gold on e'ryday, e'ryday, it's payday
[Verse 1]
Mozart with the Mulsanne
Most hated with the most chains
I'm polar bear on my ice game
You pointing fingers, someone to blame
I'm sick of shit, nigga, tired of liars
So high, feel like dying
No reparations, no check for slavery
My current location somewhere in Vegas
Man, I hope I make it, hope I make it
God's plan, not even you can save me
King Musa baby, I'm a Musa baby
I need baby like a more baby
Need décor baby, my house amazin'
Went so low like a temptation
Shit gettin' rough, gotta be abrasive
Signs of things, gotta keep a banger
Fuck that, when your end's low, can't trust nobody
My back against the wall, and I don't fuck with nobody
Know somebody caught a body and he haunted, I don't want that
Count your blessings, stop complainin'
Be precision with your aimin', 'cause I'm—
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