CONEJO - I Need Money lyrics

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What's up homey

I just got out the joint

Is that right

You ready to do this

It don't matter homey

Alright

Gotta get my feria ese

211 in progress

I ain't going back homey

The world is a ghetto waiting to explode

Filled with wicked women telling fortunes that will fold

So let no one get you down

In addition get a vision, makes me hold it down

Formulate the program, stipulate the prism

Special thoughts equivalent to wisdom

Yield to get more, point blank eradicate

Hit so quick couldn't catch it in the frame

Damn, I used to be a stick up kick

So I think of all the crimen and the jales I did

I got this far cuz I had a fatal hustle

To back my plate, yes I had a fatal muscle

I reach for the avix then I tax the silence

I captivate the crowd when I speak my violence

Elimination, ese terminate these games

Anticipate the worst, stand back and refrain

[Chorus]

I need money, I used to be a stick up kid

So I think of all the crimen and the jales I did

I need money, I used to be a stick up kid

So I think of all the crimen and the jales I did

I need money, I used to be a stick up kid

So I think of all the crimen and the jales I did

I need money, I used to be a stick up kid

So I think of all the crimen and the jales I did

I grew up and I came up in the West part of Los

Drogas, locas, enemigas get the floor

Shots were random, so access permited

Everyone is fully packing so no one knew who did it

Now that I'm older, ese now that I'm bolder

No longer am I a pawn, I'm a heavyweight soldier

Composure is something that is kept

Something that is done when you live by the gun

Get down, the shots went bang

It wasn't planned this way, just meet my demand

And things will go smooth

I hope that I am heard, I hope I'm understood

Where's the motherfucking coca

All of the feria from selling all them drogas

En las calles it's the Wild West

Bullets penetrating right through the vato's vest

[Chorus]

You gotta know what you're doing

Three strikes ain't no joke

My mind's fucking with me perro

Ain't no coming home after that

I know what you're talking about, que no

That's right

I need money, I used to be a stick up kid

So I think of all the crimen and the jales I did

I need money, I used to be a stick up kid

So I think of all the crimen and the jales I did

This Conejo right here

Where the mic remains homey

Yo controlo

You know the way it's going down

The return

Check it out

I need money, I used to be a stick up kid

So I think of all the crimen and the jales I did

This goes out to all the vatos out there doing tiempo

Murder robbery

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