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bizzy montana (american) - addicted to money lyrics

intro: [bizzy montana]
it’s easy to fall flat on your face when you goin’ for your dreams man
the only issue you have after that is gettin’ right back up standin’ tall n-gga
here’s that montana flow. . .b-tch

hook: [bizzy montana]

see im a young n-gga trappin (trappin), tryna make it happen, everyday in the streets
duckin’ sherifs and captains. cause i’m, tryna make it happen (yup) tryna make it happen (yup)
tyna make it happen. out here tryna make it happen
different day a new hater, mad that i got my cake up. quarter-pound ain’t enough man i’m tryna get my
weight up. cause i’m, tryna make it happen (yup) tryna make it happen (yup)
tyna make it happen. out here tryna make it happen. livin life too fast, got the cops on my -ss
mama broke down when the feds found my stash, cause i’m, tryna make it happen (yup) tryna make it happen (yup)
tyna make it happen. out here tryna make it happen. one thing about life, don’t live in the past, life’s
just like a rat race where you born to be last but you can’t let it happen (no), can’t let it happen (no), can’t let it
happen n-gga don’t let it happen

verse 1: [bizzy montana]

i was a youngin’ on his grind with a new york state of mind, money gettin was my issue, haters try to get you
but real n-ggas know it’s all part of the game, chasing b-tches and the money on the road to fame
always higher then a motherf-cker, higher then planes, dreamt of coppin’ foreign coupes
see me switchin’ them lanes. woke up in an empty home man im goin insane, pulled the covers over my head and listen to taylor gang but i’mma meek mill n-gga i’m heartless maynee
i wanna make seven figures, keep sh-ttin’ on these n-ggas, roll a fat -ss blunt. . .and other thats bigger

hook: [bizzy montana]

verse 2:[bizzy montana]
first off. . .mama i’m sorry, second off. . . dad you sorry, last off. . .fans i’m sorry, that i fell off
but them coppas got me. i’m still a young fly boy, but im so filthy, went from sellin’ fifty just to smokin’ on that
o.g. burnside shine gang, yup thats the old me, these n-ggas try to hold me down but ya can’t hold me
shout out to my n-gga krillz , i just want you home bee, i wanna make a f-ckin mill just for my family
but i’mma keep it dead real, i can’t even stand me, every beat i f-ckin’ meet, meets death, thats a tragedy

hook: (bizzy montana)

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