Текст песни Money Off A Bird - LongLivePhoenix

The homie turned muslim in the can
Came home, sin and pray on the same block
Ackee still coming with the fish like bake shops
Tryna get his money off a Bird like Wayne Pops
Niggaz still scoring off the glass like bank shots
Niggaz still scoring off the glass like bank shots
Lets go

Not the towel boy
But i get active with that water
Bringing all these migrants to the city
We supporters
Got some food for papi
When he get across the border
Pretty bitch get hung up by the tree like she a ornament
Pussy too fire when i fuck her im recording it
She mad that i got another bitch
She reporting it
Felt like a dummy
Cuz my other bitch ignoring it
Tried back biting
That's some shit that i dont take light
Put venom in my viens
Then she suck it
Through the snake bite
Shit get in my head i see red
Look like break lights
Always talking bout her bbl
She aint shape right
Had the playstations, Xbox, and dream cast
I could put you on to more game
Than a league pass
They ran down on em
Left him stuck
Think of freeze tag
They was really out here
Turning niggaz into weed bags
You dont really want smoke with us
Like our weed bad
My last girl prayed so much for me
That her knees bad
Another nigga dead
We still eating like a repass
All niggaz know is trap scam or ski mask

Tryna get his money off a Bird like how Wayne got
Ackee still coming with the fish like a bake shop
Waiting for these doors to open up
Like a train stop
Niggaz still scoring off the glass like a bank shot

Only got a dollar to my name
Imma bet mines
Bro behind the wall he gone call during rec time
Tryna be the bridge to my city
Like the Mets sign
Nigga Vic Flynn
He wired up
Like the tech guy

Homie We aint jackin that
Watch a show with me
I be rewinding all the action back
Here to put the truth back on the top
Like its a snapple fact
In the big apple with a stick
Like this was apple jacks
Niggaz always claiming they the king
So where they castle at
Doing some main character shit
Im just praying that
I dont regret writing you in
Its some haunted rooms
In the space im inviting you in
If the devil win the first time
Nigga fight him again
We in poverty stunting
How im decorated
Make you feel like the holidays coming
Mega millions ticket
Cuz thats all of my lottery budget
All these gifts i got
Damn my living room gotta be flooded
I try to make an insurance claim
This be gotta covered
I try dealing with shit in private
They gotta be public
I tried counting all my blessings
They gotta be numbered
I tried leaving this shit alone
But we gotta discuss it
Been a stray dog for a while
But you had a cage
I made her era soft
Before the shit even had a name
Waiting for my bag to come
Feel like the baggage claim
My alarm still set to go off on Saturdays

Tryna get his money off a Bird like im Wayne Pops
Ackee still coming with the fish like a bake shop
Waiting for these doors to open up
Like a train stop
Niggaz still scoring off the glass like a bank shot
Tryna get his money off a Bird like im Wayne
Ackee still coming with the fish like a bake shop
Waiting for these doors to open up like a train
Niggaz still scoring off the glass like a bank shot
Niggaz still
Niggaz still scoring off the glass like a bank shot