money waters – cut fa lyrics
[verse 1]
(what’s wrong, money?) aww, nothing ms. mary
it’s like everyone’s coming down on me and sh-t’s getting hairy
and i’m steady, catching slack from my family and friends
about me and you and the porch and how much time we spend
(well i don’t want this thing to end) aww that’s something i would regret
i’m still tripping off the first day that we met
you was a fine little slender thing, dressed in white
with your wild red hair. you kept your -ss in so tight
(yeah, it was love at first sight) yeah, cupid p-ssed and shot my stupid -ss
and i was in flight, tripping off the whole night
i even heard you was a dyk- (what?) ’cause my homegirls be liking ya
kinky -ss be biting ya, ‘livering up big lights in ya
even though you gained some pounds now you look good in yo brown gown
all my n-ggas be getting together and tossing you around town
(well i admit i was uptight until you broke it down)
but i ain’t tripping, this a new type of love that we found
[chorus – 2x]
you’re the only one i cut for
you’re the only one i need
smoking, choking, floating, your sh-t is potent
i can hardly breathe
[verse 2]
momma’s b-tching in the kitchen, all about me of course
but i ain’t really tryna listen, step out on the porch
and d-mn near drown when i down the last cup of hen
pull out some green sticky stuff, fired up the -ss end
and took a puff, blew it out, sucked it back in
started thinking bout all the things my ‘tee jean was asking about
when i’m gon’ get my lazy -ss up and get a job
stop living like a slob, but h-ll looking ain’t the prob
i done turned in applications to everybody and they pappy
them hoes just never did holla back at me
and i know how to act chappy on them interviews
and act like them fake n-ggas do
give the man a firm handshake, fake grin or two
and they’ll act like they kin to you
as if you was hired but be faking
talking ’bout “we’ll be in touch.” and i’m still waiting
still four months, so all i do is sit on my home front
and smoke blunts with these old punks
and d-ckheads and b-tches, spending my last ten dollars
but i’ma quit that sh-t, starting tomorrow
so here i lay, in the back of my shed, brain dead
hearing these motherf-cking voices in my head
[chorus 2x]
i can’t breathe, i can’t breathe
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