SEX DRUGS MONEY ft. Breeze Da Mc Lyrics

Sex, drugs, money

Fresh out the can, that's my brother from another fam

Kickin' in the door like Biggie M at the man show

Rocks underhand, now I got the upper hand

I'm an underdog, so you niggas wouldn't understand

I'm the man, if you niggas ever need a plan

My niggas swipe through that door, then they cop a gram

I'm in the booth, cause that nigga didn't wanna scam

I moved a hundred grams, it was that summer jam

Nothing changed, swag got high, we still live it up

We gon' be here till our time is up

M-O-E, the clique, man, who hot as us

22, the label, man, who hot as us

They wonder how we blow up so fast

We on our own shit, sucker free, and you know that

We always keep it lit with a hose ad

God puts in drugs in a duffel bag

Sex, drugs, money

Sex, drugs, money, what you want from me

Living my life mentally to stay hungry

Came from the streets and started out, I was bummy

Look at me now, the niggas starting to get money

Ain't it funny, niggas used to laugh at me

Same ass niggas, they bitch, wanna laugh with me

Taking it there, making it clear

For every dollar, I hold right there

Arms of shit, I pass it, bitch, I pass you quick

I master this, I'm classic here

What's always told, don't stop till the cash stop

Trick all you want, but never hit the stash spot

So here we go, hit different hoes

From Baltimore to Poconos, and here we go

K and Breeze, we back on the track now

Sex, money, drugs, it's all cause we rap now

Sex, drugs, money

Sex, drugs, money

Sex, drugs, money

Sex, drugs, money