Lyrics
Memphis Track Boy
Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
Ha, ha, ha kevo mothafuckin' money
Let's go, let's go
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I got real money
Real bad bitches 'round me
I got three youngins ridin'
Backseat totin' heat
They ain't seein' me
I'm invisible as they can see (Word)
Left the block, now I'm with Bloc
We in the 'yo high as a tree
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And that's on God (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
That's on God
(That's on God, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
That's on God (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
That's on God
(That's on my mama, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah)
W-w-w-watch how I slide out
Might cop a Maserati just for the drive outs
I know where you hide out
I walk in your trap like
That's mothafuckin' my house
Big bands in my pocket, my thighs out
Kickstand, like a bike, I'ma ride out (Ayy)
It's not about the money
You can killed over pride now
I need that load, you got that cap
Then I'm kickin' your door
They got me aggravated, I'm in that mode
I'm smokin' All-Madden, you on pro
Shoulda done the beauty pageant, you a ho
Say the wrong, you get blowed
Like the shit that go in people nose
Never ever turn my back on my bros
I can't beef with my niggas for hoes
And I got one hunnid, two hunnid
Red money, blue money
Blood on it, still want it
It don't really matter
I want coins, I want dollars
Just don't short me, it don't matter
I want coins, I want dollars
Just don't short me, it don't matter
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
That's on God (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
That's on God
(That's on God, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
That's on God (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
That's on God
(That's on my mama, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah)
Got a bankroll, started with a penny, though
Can't give a bitch a dime, not a penny, ho
Kevo Muney one and only, the baby goat
No, I can't see them aimin'
What I'm squinchin' for
I had to shoot him, pow
What was he reachin' for?
You not a hustler, why is you leachin' for?
Came thirty deep, but we comin' the deepest
Though (Guess what) Huh
We deep as a mothafucka (On God)
I got some shooters, never know what they on
(What they on)
They never say nothin' (Say nothin')
I know fuck niggas who been
Hatin' from day one (Day one)
How you my day one?
And I know they didn't know
But I had to teach 'em
Meet two bad bitches, then it's a threesome
Leave studio
Made it home at 'bout three somethin'
I kept faith in God
I knew I would be somethin'
And I got real money
Real bad bitches 'round me (yeah, yeah)
I got three youngins ridin'
Backseat totin' heat (Ha, can't see me)
They ain't seein' me
I'm invisible as they can see (Word)
Left the block, now I'm with Bloc
We in the 'yo high as a tree
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And that's on God (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
That's on God
(That's on God, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
That's on God (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
That's on God
(That's on my mama, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah)
WRITERS
James Baker, Jarven Harris, Jordan Houston, Paul Beauregard
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
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