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2nd Son - Oliver Jewellery (feat. Matthew Progress) Lyrics



2nd Son - Oliver Jewellery (feat. Matthew Progress) Lyrics




Errybody know that cash is king
You know that diamonds are a girl's best friend
Some niggas get it on the books
Some lean on the corner for the ends
Ok hustle, grind, climb in the city tryna find that zen
Really tho, I'm on some rob from the rich give to the poor
How a niggaa been
Really tho, I'm on some rob from the rich give to the poor
How a niggaa been

Robin Hood theory that's how we on it
I gots that gualla on my mind
I need money stacks for my time... I need money stacks for my time
Waste man want freebies, keep it one hunnid
Nigga why u fcking w my grind
I need money stacks for my time... I need money stacks for my time
I get busy just how they want it
I'm on that come up on that climb
I need money stacks for my time... I need money stacks for my time
And the whole squad say

Make my bread and elevate till i'm dead
And they know my name... and the whole squad say
Know my name... and the whole squad say
Make my bread and elevate till i'm dead
And they know my name... and the whole squad say... know my name

Ok, low key tango raising the cash
Fat buddah sacks
Ducking all the snakes in the grass
Crabs in the crab bucket
If I can't do the math can't trust it
Look i got elegant taste and you got a bland budget
Tryna run a scam cuzzin, playin' coy
You need to let the man be born and kill a boy
Niggas throw shade on me, still i rejoice
It's a cold world
You can build or destroy
But they don't wanna let a brother generate wealth
They don't wanna let a brother meditate, chill
They rather see me kill
See me penetrate hell
They don't know i'm on a wave
I'ma levitate stillll
But really tho, I'm on some rob from the rich / give to the poor
How a nigga feel
Really tho, I'm on some rob from the rich / give to the poor
How a nigga feel

Robin Hood theory that's how we on it
I gots that gualla on my mind
I need money stacks for my time... I need money stacks for my time
Waste man want freebies, keep it one hunnid
Nigga why u fcking w my grind
I need money stacks for my time... I need money stacks for my time
I get busy just how they want it
I'm on that come up on that climb
I need money stacks for my time... I need money stacks for my time
And the whole squad say

Make my bread and elevate till i'm dead
And they know my name... and the whole squad say
Know my name... and the whole squad say
Make my bread and elevate till i'm dead
And they know my name... and the whole squad say... know my name
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Errybody know that cash is king
You know that diamonds are a girl's best friend
Some niggas get it on the books
Some lean on the corner for the ends
Ok hustle, grind, climb in the city tryna find that zen
Really tho, I'm on some rob from the rich give to the poor
How a niggaa been
Really tho, I'm on some rob from the rich give to the poor
How a niggaa been

Robin Hood theory that's how we on it
I gots that gualla on my mind
I need money stacks for my time... I need money stacks for my time
Waste man want freebies, keep it one hunnid
Nigga why u fcking w my grind
I need money stacks for my time... I need money stacks for my time
I get busy just how they want it
I'm on that come up on that climb
I need money stacks for my time... I need money stacks for my time
And the whole squad say

Make my bread and elevate till i'm dead
And they know my name... and the whole squad say
Know my name... and the whole squad say
Make my bread and elevate till i'm dead
And they know my name... and the whole squad say... know my name

Ok, low key tango raising the cash
Fat buddah sacks
Ducking all the snakes in the grass
Crabs in the crab bucket
If I can't do the math can't trust it
Look i got elegant taste and you got a bland budget
Tryna run a scam cuzzin, playin' coy
You need to let the man be born and kill a boy
Niggas throw shade on me, still i rejoice
It's a cold world
You can build or destroy
But they don't wanna let a brother generate wealth
They don't wanna let a brother meditate, chill
They rather see me kill
See me penetrate hell
They don't know i'm on a wave
I'ma levitate stillll
But really tho, I'm on some rob from the rich / give to the poor
How a nigga feel
Really tho, I'm on some rob from the rich / give to the poor
How a nigga feel

Robin Hood theory that's how we on it
I gots that gualla on my mind
I need money stacks for my time... I need money stacks for my time
Waste man want freebies, keep it one hunnid
Nigga why u fcking w my grind
I need money stacks for my time... I need money stacks for my time
I get busy just how they want it
I'm on that come up on that climb
I need money stacks for my time... I need money stacks for my time
And the whole squad say

Make my bread and elevate till i'm dead
And they know my name... and the whole squad say
Know my name... and the whole squad say
Make my bread and elevate till i'm dead
And they know my name... and the whole squad say... know my name
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