Money Off A Bird Lyrics

The homie turned muslim in the can

Came home, sin and pray on the same block

Ackee still coming with the fish like bake shops

Tryna get his money off a Bird like Wayne Pops

Niggaz still scoring off the glass like bank shots

Niggaz still scoring off the glass like bank shots

Lets go

Not the towel boy

But i get active with that water

Bringing all these migrants to the city

We supporters

Got some food for papi

When he get across the border

Pretty bitch get hung up by the tree like she a ornament

Pussy too fire when i fuck her im recording it

She mad that i got another bitch

She reporting it

Felt like a dummy

Cuz my other bitch ignoring it

Tried back biting

That's some shit that i dont take light

Put venom in my viens

Then she suck it

Through the snake bite

Shit get in my head i see red

Look like break lights

Always talking bout her bbl

She aint shape right

Had the playstations, Xbox, and dream cast

I could put you on to more game

Than a league pass

They ran down on em

Left him stuck

Think of freeze tag

They was really out here

Turning niggaz into weed bags

You dont really want smoke with us

Like our weed bad

My last girl prayed so much for me

That her knees bad

Another nigga dead

We still eating like a repass

All niggaz know is trap scam or ski mask

Tryna get his money off a Bird like how Wayne got

Ackee still coming with the fish like a bake shop

Waiting for these doors to open up

Like a train stop

Niggaz still scoring off the glass like a bank shot

Only got a dollar to my name

Imma bet mines

Bro behind the wall he gone call during rec time

Tryna be the bridge to my city

Like the Mets sign

Nigga Vic Flynn

He wired up

Like the tech guy

Homie We aint jackin that

Watch a show with me

I be rewinding all the action back

Here to put the truth back on the top

Like its a snapple fact

In the big apple with a stick

Like this was apple jacks

Niggaz always claiming they the king

So where they castle at

Doing some main character shit

Im just praying that

I dont regret writing you in

Its some haunted rooms

In the space im inviting you in

If the devil win the first time

Nigga fight him again

We in poverty stunting

How im decorated

Make you feel like the holidays coming

Mega millions ticket

Cuz thats all of my lottery budget

All these gifts i got

Damn my living room gotta be flooded

I try to make an insurance claim

This be gotta covered

I try dealing with shit in private

They gotta be public

I tried counting all my blessings

They gotta be numbered

I tried leaving this shit alone

But we gotta discuss it

Been a stray dog for a while

But you had a cage

I made her era soft

Before the shit even had a name

Waiting for my bag to come

Feel like the baggage claim

My alarm still set to go off on Saturdays

Tryna get his money off a Bird like im Wayne Pops

Ackee still coming with the fish like a bake shop

Waiting for these doors to open up

Like a train stop

Niggaz still scoring off the glass like a bank shot

Tryna get his money off a Bird like im Wayne

Ackee still coming with the fish like a bake shop

Waiting for these doors to open up like a train

Niggaz still scoring off the glass like a bank shot

Niggaz still

Niggaz still scoring off the glass like a bank shot