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church - alotta funds lyrics

[verse 1]
i got a girl on my lap playing white iverson
and she asking me why i have a song
so i tell her i’m as real as they come
if noah made the ark den i’m chilling like buddha
at the park meditating till i start levitating
to stars catch me at the back of the bus
chilling solo i don’t need an entourage
this trap got a n-gg- going what! cause i always
to writing lyrics from the heart
you talking about money you ain’t got
n-gg- shut the f-ck up
we at the crib thinking about cargo
head to the club sn-tch a couple of phones then we buy bottles
back cardrille invite a couple bear white tings
so fine they be looking like models
smoke sniff sip then we on
like the time buxc went and did a home made bong
got so high my n-gg- we was gone
tired of broke dawgg i can’t take it
but this lifestyle way too expensive
blow our last money just to get girls naked
raised in rusternburg
rizana and muruleng my places
listening to forest hill drive like d-mn cole
are you kidding
i’m trying to make a million dollars outta rap too
shock the whole world when i’m on my picashu
uppercut jab and i always stick and move
flow goes in can’t be stopped by waterproof proof proof proof
did i mention trying to get mama a mention in sandton
when work gets her tired vacay in the hamptons hamptons hamptons

[hook]
f-ck a bucket hat i’m a snap back kinda cat
f-ck her on the mat i’ll take her to the bed in a sec
where the money at dis ain’t no bank i don’t take cred
why we do this haaa wanna know why we do this haa!
for alotta funds we do this for alotta f-cking funds
yeah we need the funds do this for alotta f-cking funds
for alotta funds do it for alotta
grinding till the sun down cause we need alotta f-cking funds

[verse 2]
rapping and macking and tra trapping and packing
and making it counter atta attacking and giving em
aviatrix and mathematics when i’m stuck in traffic i just pull
out a napkin flip it into an atlas put myself on the map of rap
and two step
n-gg- forget the cred i want cash
even if i have a stack i won’t flex
treat life like hour gl-ss it won’t last
forever trying to turn it into heaven on earth
cause i never had it easy since birth
latley its been getting kinda worse
got me thinking that probably curesd
grinding just put money in my moms purse
cause i always stole money out the same d-mn purse
you heard try to keep it hunid on every single verse
word!!
d-mn i miss the city and my n-gg- at cardrille
hustled on the low and they always kept it trill
college got a youngin thinking about a deal
ain’t gon settle for a f-ckin office and a whip
white picket fence,suit tie,wife and a kid
since a pikinini i had to be the man is this b-tch
f-ck everything my n-gg- cause ignorance is bliss
poping pills and stuff cause i’m tired of feeling like sh-t

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