Fiend - Mr. Jones lyrics

rate me

Stayin' for the money

yeah uh

gettin' baby y'all

Mr. Jones way of the world I'm bitch pressing in

you're green like what raps to chocolate in the pepper ment

capel to G I represent you ain't this and never been

talk shit but nobody remember when

me and them shoppers get loaded behinds in

who's dying for five dollars imagine behind rin

boys so scared be founding they all shit

nobody gonna snitch so free months she gonna get

long I need that money right now

I would give for G..for the set now

or drop driving gotta come correct now

OG on the OG is on deadline

you can look huh, get your respect now,

seat that hokers we knew you wouldn't expect huh,

new money streets like joints with nectar

she love that the rike hate that hacker,

city care forgot I was raised in in my dirt

I take it to my grave in,

but them nights and the days in waitin

nothing rolled up and they came in, blazin,

you rose trudos new clothes, new hoes,

as I'm twisting up reflecting on my two goals,

get paper than get just some more of it,

leave your conscious at home like so I f*ck it.