paroles de chanson Drug Money - Remix - Rick Ross , Meek Mill
Please
hold
while
I
locate
your
information.
Your
checking
account
available
balance
is
$92,
153,
183.28.
This
reflects
the
most
current
information
available
on
your
account
This
on
everything
I
love
I
done
came
too
far
to
look
back
Lord
protect
my
soul,
you
heard
me?
Check
Mighty
Muhammad,
son
of
Osama
Son
of
a
bitch,
one
time
for
my
momma
Tats
on
my
back,
tats
on
my
face
Bitch
I'm
a
don,
can
you
relate?
It's
never
too
late,
my
niggas,
relate
Never
would
say,
my
niggas
is
saints
Know
I'm
a
sinner,
God
give
me
my
sentence
Labelled
a
hustler,
look
at
my
Benz
One
time
for
Black,
nigga,
one
time
for
Nut,
nigga
One
time
for
Gucci,
nigga,
one
time
for
Cano,
nigga
One
time
for
Bizzle,
nigga,
these
my
realest
niggas
One
time
for
Trav,
nigga,
and
all
them
dope
dealers
Murder,
a
mothafuckin'
murder
No
you
didn't
see
it
but
I
know
you
bitches
heard
it
Blood
on
the
corner,
damn
I
miss
my
dawg
I'm
just
thinkin'
'bout
his
daughter,
in
another
life
he
ballin'
Is
this
a
drug
dealers
dream?
Cause
all
I
ever
see
is
niggas
dyin'
from
disease
Mansion
on
the
water,
home
in
the
hills
Let
the
Fed
tell
it,
it
really
isn't
his
Photograph
our
endeavors,
plottin'
potential
set-ups
See
me
as
a
promotion,
tax
charges,
etcetera
Confiscated
the
whips,
concentratin'
on
flips
Contemplatin'
the
trip,
congregatin'
for
bricks
Lord
knows
I'm
a
sinner,
it
was
cold
in
the
winter
Eatin'
out
of
the
trash,
shit
would
make
you
a
killer
Lord
forgive
these
bitches,
gettin'
their
money
strippin'
Chasin'
this
fast
money,
next
time
we'll
do
it
different
Shoutout
to
KOD,
shoutout
to
Onyx
Shoutout
to
MMG,
cause
we
the
hottest
Aggravated
with
hoes,
distracted
all
of
my
foes
Niggas
want
to
be
friends,
we
just
takin'
control
Nigga
vision
the
clearest,
I
get
shooters
on
clearance
Barely
fit
in
a
Lambo
but
did
it
for
the
appearance
I
seen
a
rich
nigga
go
to
jail
He
put
Wi
Fi
in
his
cell
Middle
of
the
night,
my
nigga
wanna
Skype
I
just
count
money
for
him,
that
shit
just
get
him
hype
They
say
it's
hard
to
smile
with
a
double
life
In
the
middle
of
the
night
with
a
bloody
knife
Lord
give
him
a
chance,
every
man
should
be
free
He
wanted
him
a
degree
but
got
him
a
ki
Open
that
door,
just
hopin'
for
more
They
gave
him
a
bond,
I
gave
him
a
Porsche
I
gave
him
a
name,
I
gave
him
a
shot
I
gave
him
the
game,
I
gave
him
a
block
Smokin'
on
that
gas,
I
be
thinkin'
too
fast
Drug
dealer's
dream,
now
let's
count
this
cash
Dope
boy
tatted
on
my
neck
A
real
dope
boy,
I
never
write
a
check
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9 All Away
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