Kaveman - MWW

Chyea Chyea
Uhh

I got rent to pay
I got music to make
I gotta put some away for a rainy day
My daughter need need shoes
And my momma need a spot
On the move busting knocks off my Apple Watch
Imma get it like a square
Imma get it out the mud
That's a 9 to 5
And 5 to 9 I'm serving up
Blue strips and green backs
Racks on racks
Get a legal bag reinvest it in the trap
Double up and double back
Repeat and double that
Flip it then you flop it
More profit in the stash
Looking for a play
Run it up and set it up
The homie with the assist
So we split it up
Dirty white men
The root of all evil
Not greedy with the pie
Give my people a slice
Look me in my face
Dollar signs in my eyes
Bottom line
By any means believe imma get mine

Money Women Weed
Money Women and Weed
Money Women Weed
Money Women and Weed
Money Women Weed
Money Women and Weed
Money Women
Money Women and Weed
Money Women Weed
Money Women and Weed
Money Women
Money Women and Weed
Money Women Weed
Money Women and Weed
Money Women
Money Women and Weed

Ever since pre school
All I needed was a solid one
Holding hands with my teacher was like getting some
Started seeing curves and never looked back
It gon be the death of me
But I'm happy with that
I'll take em like that
I'll love em like this
I love a skinny mini
And I love me a thick
Juicy and sweet
Down to the feet
White toes on a hoe
High heels on a queen
And every type in between
I ain't one to judge
Only one of me
But I got plenty of love
Over dosed on the lust
But a sucka for passion
I love a innocent
And I need me an alpha
They say it run the world
Shit I know it run mine
Finally get while I'm in it
Already thinking bout a second time
Damn
Trickin on a dime
Work attire mini skirt
Ooh y'all all fine

Money Women Weed
Money Women and Weed
Money Women Weed
Money Women and Weed
Money Women Weed
Money Women and Weed
Money Women
Money Women and Weed
Money Women Weed
Money Women and Weed
Money Women
Money Women and Weed
Money Women Weed
Money Women and Weed
Money Women
Money Women and Weed

Work it in my budget
Checks and balances
Smoke em by the eighth
But I used to push ounces
The only one still loyal
Thick and thin
To show her my love
Tattoo on my rib
Morning noon and night
Indo outside
Highs through the lows
Highs for the highs
Drop the cherry
Pot holes on my thighs
Catch me at the stop light putting clear eyes in my eyes
Every where I go
I'm smoking on the way
Down Main smoke trails
Probably looking like a train
Top of the morning
End of the day
Roaches in the tray
Save that for a rainy day
From the club to the plug
Gimme love gimme love
Crumble nugs yea I'm smoking while I'm rolling up
Yup
And more is never enough
You trynna smoke slide through bruh
Hit me up...

Written by:
Joaquin Casareno

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