Hassani Kwess - My Money Jam lyrics

rate me

I’m so turnt up, loud, but it’s still sound like death, don’t it?

We alive in the night, still strive for the light, don’t give a fuck and this sound crazy

I fill my drink with my innocence, here to kill beasts, not whiling down

I want cold time for that vigilance, be intense to call …

I’m fucked up, and my nut tuck, drink lean and I vomit on

The next door’s neighbor’s Honda parked two doors from my momma

I’m tripping, anything around me is adding to it

The sand in the bag is way too much, this beat got me going bonkers

Please give me 20 CC’s of this codeine, don’t be shy nigga, OD stat

I just get to that leaner zone and tripping on air, tell ‘em

Fuck y’all niggas, I know y’all, fuck you sisters on E with no job

Fuck these bitches, I don’t know y’all but I read your lipstick

Model and a blowjob

Got Cs over the evil, so why would I highway… hold that

I’m OD, lit up, me and the brain and I’m safe when I’m gone off all that

Real niggas they know real, I never fake to my maker

Eyes low, wear my church shoes, please send all home, my wake up

I right wrongs when I write songs, I leave left what’s left

The ruby goes up so I’m down for whatever it’s next

I’m so turnt up, loud, but it’s still sound like death, don’t it?

We alive in the night, still strive for the light, don’t give a fuck and this sound crazy

I’m more broke than all my haters, I still got haters

I still got haters, I still got haters

I’m more broke than all my bitches and still got bitches

I still got bitches, I still got bitches

Crank, crank, crank, crank

Low bitch, what I look like?

Hoe had the nerve to ask for a McFlurry with two fries

Always a strag, ….falling the slit of her bag

Cooling, had to screen that shit when I’m broke as fuck

I only turn when that bomb be play, only eat what my momma make

You see maybe was gritty with kitty, ran two shows, six in the view

In the same hood, your same nigga, got 20 bucks for the …with the tire half flat

…with the rear view half cracked, took the wrath for fruit loops

Big bursting raps, next pack of mack, wrack soak the potion

Back to the back of my social knack sack

I put twist in my fate I’m picker, and too much damn Cool Aid in my sugar

Your girl make loving off coke, way high when I took her

Bound high club on some rain, my nigga, I swear to God a little bad joint

Just flash her boobs and in the game, my nigga, what you say, my nigga?

I’m so turnt up, loud, but it’s still sound like death, don’t it?

We alive in the night, still strive for the light, don’t give a fuck and this sound crazy

I’m more broke than all my haters, I still got haters

I still got haters, I still got haters

I’m more broke than all my bitches and still got bitches

I still got bitches, I still got bitches

Crank, crank, crank, crank

This the part when you fucking lose it

Trap is tweaking and the bass is boosting

I crash the base as I smash into it

My head is ruthless, I had to do it

This the part when you fucking lose it

Trap is tweaking and the bass is boosting

I crash the base as I smash into it

My head is ruthless, I had to do it

This the part when you fucking lose it

Trap is tweaking and the bass is boosting

I crash the base as I smash into it

My head is ruthless, I had to do it

This the part when you fucking lose it

Trap is tweaking and the bass is boosting

I crash the base as I smash into it

My head is ruthless, I had to do it

I’m so turnt up, loud, but it’s still sound like death, don’t it?

We alive in the night, still strive for the light, don’t give a fuck and this sound crazy

I’m more broke than all my haters, I still got haters

I still got haters, I still got haters

I’m more broke than all my bitches and still got bitches

I still got bitches, I still got bitches