Shady Blaze

Shady Blaze - Fam and Money lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

Shit, ye niggas be ready to get back in the booth, ya got me?

[...]

(Interlude x2)

Nigga picture the net that pad on the low

Now I'm bout to come back and up on the go

Keep on shootin' but nothin' did not belong

Got the devil on my back but you neva will see me throw

(Verse)

I'm a GO, nigga, born and raised up in no name Cadi

Name is Shady Blaze, like a bulldozer, I'm bout to pave the way

Done changed the whole game in a major way

Bring that back on, I'm bout to proceed

And continue makin' you see anything that fundle yo need

Tell the nigga to hit his bitch and light it under deceit

They'd hit a stranger for the hell of it, they all goin' thru it

(Shady Blaze's back) The more pain, but never with the same Beretta

My aim and my range be better, but a nigga tryna be cool

Get my thangs together. Listen, my brain is clever

Remember my name forever

For a minute I've been holdin' back, but now a nigga really ova that

Brown poster rap, fuck fame, I don't go for that

I go for cheddar and cheese and a loaf of that

(Hook)

(All the bitches) Fam and money's all I need

(I ought to have all of that)

Fam and money's all I need

Fam and money's all I need

(I ought to have all that bullshit)

Fam and money's all I need

Fam and money's all I need

(I ought to have me a standards)

Fam and money's all I need

Fam and money's all I need

(Verse)

Gun up in the glove compartment, daughter in the back seat

You wonderin' what's goin' on in my mind, don't even ask me

I'm a little bit over protective

Fuck with my mind, you will get yo ass beat

I'm a match maker, won't stop until my pocket's in the cash meat

I'm exactly whateva you're thinkin'

The reason I'm drinkin' is because I'm depressed

The more that I'm drinking, I'm feeling it aiming the end of my body

All of me I'm possessin'

Everything I gave a fuck about is out the window

I deal with this so I could care less

Ye look at me, open enough to all of me

Jyaw, I d on't give a fuck

(Interlude x2)

I do this for me and me only

Don't have any friends, don't have any hommies

Because in the end, all of them phoney

Don't try to pretend like ye one of me

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