LD

im laying bricks... stackin money
gold carats... easter bunny
she's gunnin for me or somethin
i think i stink. chiefin on blunts like sausage links

im steady drinking, im heady thinkin
im blunted on the brink of existence
this is my message, isn't it? i believe so.
i read slow, im sorry, i appreciate yo

patience. im blazin on haitian-wrapped hay shit.
faded. dazed in this bitch, laced to the
tip. face in yo clit, raise hell like a
lift. waist on my hips cause im built like im

rich. i been had money.
"camera man, camera man, try and find a twenty"
no funny, my sky sunny days for weeks i bleed
green sheets, no green peace, just green weed and benjies.

Nnamdi

I'm not really clever
but the words that i deliver
shoot ten times as better
then tech 9's barretta
I get mine the cheddar
a synonym for greener
than the envy you exute cuz' loots
synonymous with me

spit classic fur elise
my gurl is wearing fur
i see you're staring for at least
a minute at us furiously
jealous that i make that dough
money blow it out my hole
my john hancock for a lease
I bought after this track released
I reached, high peaks,
my feets, hop on the top of monopoy
boards
popular optocoupler

I attract light
I attract your father's wife
and your daughters got some hands up in her
tracking her device
i own tennis courts and i dont even like to play sports
my baller skills get dollar bills
and shallow girls in short shorts
Of course, they see the money and get itchy like a rash RIGHT?
show up for the cash
but stay because i act nice

JD

when's it comes to money my cash stash is lackin.
Cuz having stash massive is only rap fashion.
My cash flows passive but i keep the tracks active.
It's fucked up I release gold nothin
Ain't that some shit I could write a fuckin folk song get in hipster girl hemp thongs and make twice as much twice as quick.
But odd timings get nada dinero.
They dont count 4 I get zero.
I guess I gotta recycle to get money.
reproduce Samsies so drake fans pay me,
Fucking hand me ukulele girls hand me money nakey.
because the world needs more cute love songs with g chords.
Hit em with the upper hand fuck your strokes cover band.
Fuck Rick Ross.
Your songs' are all the same thing.
Huh huh huh.
I just want a bag of money.
i'm standing with checks ripped.
I don't need lettuce or karats to tear and pack a bomb set list.
I don't need fans with checks cashing,
I just want some recognition and a room full of kittens.
Generic lyrics bands pushing fans to the merch store.
"come on guys we're almost on warped tour"
new album ITunes. Coming soon. 10 dollars. Sounds like the rest but it's new.