imdolla - junkie lyrics
[chorus]
all i ever wanted was some mother f-cking money
thinking bout that paper got me itching like a junkie
all i smoke is gas my momma say my whip is skunky
all this flava got ya baby mama tryna hump me
i don’t kick it less you offer me a check
diamonds on me got my collar looking wet
this what i tote a put a crater through ya chest
i’m a real playa i ain’t gotta pay for s-x
[verse 1]
i don’t know to much about em but that n-gga always fresh
thats what yo b-tch be yelling when she see me she get wet
all this paypa on me lately i been feeling blessed
(hey)
every time i step out they be gazing at my neck
(yea)
baby got atti but her head good
i smoke the loudest reefa but that issey keep me smelling good
should of knocked on wood i always said my dawg would change
i stay to myself cause i don’t, fit in, with these, lames
i’m conceited my head big as martin paynes
martin lawrence marty mar they all the same
dtg down to grind that’s the gang
(gang gang)
pants sagging money stuffed all in my jeans
all i smoke is gas
i don’t sip it less it’s clean
yo hoe dumb like mr bean
my chick grind by any means
rolling as i’m driving spilled the pack all on my jeans
i don’t need know red bull b-tch that cookie give me wings
[chorus]
all i ever wanted was some mother f-cking money
thinking bout that paper got me itching like a junkie
all i smoke is gas my momma say my whip is skunky
all this flava got ya baby mama tryna hump me
i don’t kick it less you offer me a check
diamonds on me got my collar looking wet
this what i tote a put a crater through ya chest
i’m a real playa i ain’t gotta pay for s-x
{verse 2}
somebody tell me why these n-ggas always hating
i would never cuff yo b-tch cause she to basic
i stay one deep so i ain’t never caught no cases
cut off all my friends cause they ain’t wanna see me, make it
all these diamonds get her naked yeah
she ask can she taste it yeah
i stay fresh as fucc when i walk in they just stop and stare
all i smoke is strong i swear you smell that reefa on me
twisting papers full of cabbage pockets full of macaroni
don’t need that fake love keep yo dap you ain’t my homie
don’t leave my house without no strap i keep it on me
these n-gga’s hate to see you shining that’s a fact
no i don’t chase no hoe i rather chase a sack
i’m well known at the bank
they see me they know my bank
i won’t money f-ck the fame i spent ya savings on a chain
my girl say if i leave her her life wouldn’t be the same
i’m thanking god that i ain’t broke while thumbing through this change
[chorus]
all i ever wanted was some mother f-cking money
thinking bout that paper got me itching like a junkie
all i smoke is gas my momma say my whip is skunky
all this flava got ya baby mama tryna hump me
i don’t kick it less you offer me a check
diamonds on me got my collar looking wet
this what i tote a put a crater through ya chest
i’m a real playa i ain’t gotta pay for s-x
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