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wallway pack – nothing to something lyrics

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[hook 2x]
nothin’ to somethin’
that’s a wonderful feelin’
rolls, rolls royce
look at the cealin’ (look at the stars)
homicide (doa)
close case, couple of k!llings (first-degree murder)
listen to me, then look at me
b-tch i’m the realist (b-tch i’m the trillest)

[verse 1: moneybagg yo]
the money come hunnids bags at the time
that should tell you that i’m on my grind
i f-ck a b-tch when i got the time
never comfortable i keep that iron
if you lookin’ , i ain’t hard to find
in the streets white and yellow lines
sellin’ packs before i rode around
in the trap lookin’ out the blinds
i pop me a pill till it dissolves
my wrist says i’m glizzy (my wrist says im glizzy)
yo diamonds don’t hit up at all (they dont)
you need some -ssistance (you need you some help)
i poured up a deuce john wall
i with pack, thats my dawg
big bag, big boss
i run the city, f-ck the law

[hook 2x]
nothin’ to somethin’
that’s a wonderful feelin’
rolls, rolls royce
look at the ceilin’ (look at the stars)
homicide (doa)
close case, couple of k!llings (first-degree murder)
listen to me, then look at me
b-tch i’m the realist (b-tch i’m the trillest)

[verse 2: wallway pack]
i heard she ain’t got no cash
i just left for neiman, so i dropped that bagg
you know all my n-ggas shootin’ like steve nagg (steve nagg)
they like pack,you want to be with moneybagg
let’s get to it and goin’ bring that money back (back, naw i mean)
you know my n-ggas the realist
like tyson my diamonds the hittin’
we f-ck the baddest b-tches
we get the cash and flip it
these n-ggas ain’t makin’ no moves on baby
i know you broke, cuz you ain’t got no paper
pulled up with bagg, i just f-cked up the bank
i be dodgin, in that bentley musslin
hope i dont crash, i be on drank
what a wonderful feelin’, catch this b-tch slippin’
wha in the f-ck were you thinkin’
stars in the ceilin’ pull up in that wraith
you started doubtin’ my lil homie case
done with these faces
i’m not racist
we really came from nothin’

[hook 2x]
nothin’ to somethin’
that’s a wonderful feelin’
rolls, rolls royce
look at the ceilin’ (look at the stars)
homicide (doa)
close case, couple of k!llings (first-degree murder)
listen to me, then look at me
b-tch i’m the realist (b-tch i’m the trillest)



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