Callin plays and my bruddahs bring it thru, yung J aka throwing money out the roof. Smoking loud after loud after loud to the face, cornball talk that fuck shit. Caught a case and beat the case
I’m high again, waiting on the sunrise dozed off in my Merc Milan at the drive in. This is a scary movie I’m in. But I do it for my folk who genuinely want me to win
I’m runnin to the money, whether it’s rainy or it’s sunny. Idgaf about no weather - Me…10 years ago, Stinky like a skunk, 1NightInSuperMarioWorld. That bar is still so relevant 10 years later
You ain’t bout money, don’t say shit to me. That’s that money talk. Hunned thousand for my tab I said run it dog. She ain’t wanna listen to me, had to cut her off. Did I stutter? Naw. First off, my new girl love breaking jaw