MONEY GRAM Lyrics

Right turn down the wrong street

Say this a white world damn you lost me

The light burns that's that strong heat

Been outside

All week

Busted denim

Tall tee

Higher pace I

Operate I'm

Just like Gabe I'm

On the radar

Shooter tall and dark like Draymond

Just like Drake my

Dawgs is straight I'm

Yung L.A my

Nigga Ain't I?

Touching on her

Chest and waistline

Like we do the

Macarena

Ain't no feeling

Quite like chaos

And I'm at home in it

Tiny plexiglass house throwing stones in it

(Stones)

Got it out the dirt throwing bones in it

This is not a function if my niggas cannot smoke in it

(Smoke)

Outta control with it

I couldn't beat my problems so I cope with 'em

Played yo' newest shit and scared the hoes with it

This is not a function if we can't play dominoes in it

Get it through the month

MoneyGram on the 1st

Like they said hut got my hands on the dirt

Could've fucked it up but got a chance and it worked

Got my eyes on the prize and my plans on the Earth

Get it through the month

MoneyGram on the 1st

Like they said hut got my hands on the dirt

Could've fucked it up but got a chance and it worked

Got my eyes on the prize and my plans on the Earth