Текст песни Stockholm's - Tre16oz

She won't get a ring from me
Like a blocked phone
Money's the root of evil
But it saved my life
I pray it doesn't leave me
I think I got Stockholm's
As long as it's next to me
I can sleep at night
When it get rough for me
Them twenties be my hot comb, Yeah
I say, I say
I say, I say
When it get rough for me
Them twenties be my hot comb, Yeah
I say, I say
I say, I say, I say

Money, Money, Money, Money
Had to count it up
Did just that
And I didn't count enough
Now I'm in the booth
And the tracks are piling up
Tell the opps I'm here
So they better size me up
Money train empire
We properly chasing paper
We gonna be on tour as soon as we buy a bus
Shit say moving, fuck a Platform
Ya choosin motherfuckers
Better side wit Us
Need One Hundred K
Twenties in a suitcase
Munchies got me hungry
Fuck boy I need two plates
Gotta get it now
And gotta get the crew straight
Before I'm dead
Or a bitch get to calling bout a due date
Wake up, piss
Give my dick two shakes
Working like a migo
And I'm goin hard like two jakes
I don't fuck wit Jokers
I ain't Batman but ya Two Face
Please don't be mad if I'm givin all of you space
Can't let you breath on my money

She won't get a ring from me
Like a blocked phone
Money's the root of evil
But it saved my life
I pray it doesn't leave me
I think I got Stockholm's
As long as it's next to me
I can sleep at night
When it get rough for me
Them twenties be my hot comb, Yeah
I say, I say
I say, I say
When it get rough for me
Them twenties be my hot comb, Yeah
I say, I say
I say, I say, I say

Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money
Make your fam start speaking
And your friends look funny
Make your enemies envy
And your old bitch call
It'll have the new bitch you fuckin
Pussy Smellin funky
Palms itching like a junky
Fiendin for a stack
Feds stomping down
Now a nigga fiendin for a trap
Betta flip It wit the quickness
Like you Griffin wit the snap
Feds trying to handout the Max Sentence for the Yack
Need One Hundred K
Twenties in a duffle
She spillin the tea
Fuck a bag, Get her a muzzle
I got your bitch for the brain
And a Twelve Gage for the muscle
Ima wizard wit the Wesson
Whip my weapon, mug a muggle
Wake up, take a piss
Smash her off two times
I hit two jays,
Then it's time to grind
They claim to be on my side
Well it must be two sides

Can't let you breathe on my money

She won't get a ring from me
Like a blocked phone
Money's the root of evil
but it saved my life
I pray it doesn't leave me
I think I got Stockholm's
As long as it's next to me
I can sleep at night
When it get rough for me
Them twenties be my hot comb, Yeah
I say, I say
I say, I say
When it get rough for me
Them twenties be my hot comb, Yeah
I say, I say
I say, I say, I say