By Any Means Lyrics

(Yeah)

I got my mind on this money,Yeah

I keep my mind on these money bags!

I gotta grind till the day of death

Cause even caskets cost a couple grand

I got my mind on this money,Yeah

I keep my mind on these money bags!

I gotta grind till the day of death

Cause even caskets cost a couple grand

I been spittin

Since 17

Writing these rhythms

Feeling like 97

Time flys

When you living

Why we hate

Instead of loving

The life we been given

You got once chance

One life

Stop fighting this feeling

YBG

GHD

Is the life I’m living

MOB

I Know its money

Over these bitches

Sayin...

(Yeah)

(Yeah)

Fuck stacks to the ceiling...

Benjamin!

I want Franklin figures

The letterman’s!

It’s a party on my roof

You could let em in..

Just let em in!

Sayin

Fuck stacks to the ceiling...

Benjamin...

I want franklin figures

The letterman’s

It’s a party on my roof

You could let em in!

Money funny got me Rollin

Layin up at night

I been stressing bout them figures

Digits in my mind

Always going up an down

Like Roller coaster rides

Feeling like I’ve lost control

It’s time to stabilize

Young boys honour roll

You just stay applied!

Imma preach you this knowledge

You could listen

Or not

If you scared

Go to church

You could listen to god!

I’m telling you

For what it’s worth

You believe it

Or not!

Fuck stacks to the ceiling...

Benjamin!

I want Franklin figures

The letterman’s!

It’s a party on my roof

You could let em in...

Just let em in!

Sayin!

Fuck stacks to the ceiling...

Benjamin!

I want Franklin figures

The letterman’s!

It’s a party on my roof

You could let em in...

Just let em in!

Rooftops

We jump off

How you feel about it

I swim with sharks

In bloody waters

I feel surrounded

It’s like I’ve fallen overboard

I’m Up this creek

Without a paddle

I really want it all

G.H.D is what I’m after...