Blunt Money Lyrics

Chasing dreams like blunt money

Got a fly lil shortie that'll stunt fa me

I done ran from police they would hunt fa me

Had a getaway car waiting out front fa me

Went on the run with my mama a couple states

grabbed a couple cars and tarps and changed a couple plates

ain't no cutting rates I came up in a wasteland

You coming for my money prepare to get ya face slammed

This that boom bap street supply

No cutting or stepping we slice and eat pies

The prize winner time spinner that's the grind in her

My family was hungry I had to go and find dinner

The sharpest Samurai Katana to a shogun

I'm independent I don't belong to no one

These cats need to hit the sack they blowin old guns

All outta shape breathing hard fat and shit

Talking bout a woman don't deserve to rap and spit

Open the doors or we blowin down ya whole house

The keys don't belong ya'll and you should watch ya mouth

Acting like you so tough yea I heard enough

You grown men are like little boys I call you bluff

And look at all a ya'll like you my lil suns

Show some regard you have a mother and some little ones

People don't realize they make themselves defenseless

Unleash the Brujería on you bring you back to senses

I'm the almighty wordsmith curb ya bitch

I don't talk to informants and I will hurt a snitch

I'm number 1 you not even like the 3rd or 5th

High grade optimal you comical

Nefertiti sought after you not even optional

Stacking everything I make to go somewhere tropical

You can bet ya life that I'm shattering any obstacles

I got wizards and sorcerers diabolical

When I get heated evaporate you I'm volatile

They call me Nejma the tumultuous

I hit him once left him on the floor emotionless

A cerebral approach you need a coach

I don't indulge in the kind a business that leaves you broke

Chasing dreams like blunt money

Got a fly lil shortie that'll stunt fa me

I done ran from police they would hunt fa me

Had a getaway car waiting out front fa me

You looking like you need some closure

I won't repeat myself I already told ya

Your beats were shit everyone of them up in the folder

Trashed the whole thing don't need ya lame exposure

I ain't gotta endure ya averageness

Got killers that'll stuff you into mattresses

I reject you with 100% disdain

Whoever told you when I took you out it'd be humane

Chasing dreams like blunt money

Got a fly lil shortie that'll stunt fa me

I done ran from police they would hunt fa me

Had a getaway car waiting out front fa me