Be the best
That's my culture
Speak with chest
That's my culture
Get a check
That's my culture
Never flex
Always focused
Theres money you could hide
Theres money you could spend
Theres money you could make
Money that makes you friends
Money that makes you bend
Money that makes you fold
Money that makes you end
Money never gets old
Theres money you could hide
Theres money you could spend
Theres money you could make
Money that makes you friends
Money that makes you bend
Money that makes you fold
Money that makes you end
Money never gets old
See in my culture
Messed up optics
I'm too sober
Cannot process
Need some cola
Mixed with henny
Smoke like 4 blunt
Mad my own bro
Doesn't see me
I dont reach out
Thats my own fault
Blast for me
No, I mean it, really blast for me
Cause if you're getting blasted with me
Then you really riding dont just pass it to me
Here, grab the steering wheel
Show me that you are for real
Show me you can take control
Show me, when the going goes real hard on us you will stand up with me standing tall
Mixing in some martial arts
Namaste
Sensing something in me isnt wrong
Listen to vice city prolly wrote it after taking 3 hits from a bong
Joey, Joey what it does
Rolling up, I roll it up
We be like solar panels on a roof, too high and we dont ever need a plug
Theres money you could hide
Theres money you could spend
Theres money you could make
Money that makes you friends
Money that makes you bend
Money that makes you fold
Money that makes you end
Money never gets old
Theres money you could hide
Theres money you could spend
Theres money you could make
Money that makes you friends
Money that makes you bend
Money that makes you fold
Money that makes you end
Money never gets old
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English
Be the best
That's my culture
Speak with chest
That's my culture
Get a check
That's my culture
Never flex
Always focused
Theres money you could hide
Theres money you could spend
Theres money you could make
Money that makes you friends
Money that makes you bend
Money that makes you fold
Money that makes you end
Money never gets old
Theres money you could hide
Theres money you could spend
Theres money you could make
Money that makes you friends
Money that makes you bend
Money that makes you fold
Money that makes you end
Money never gets old
See in my culture
Messed up optics
I'm too sober
Cannot process
Need some cola
Mixed with henny
Smoke like 4 blunt
Mad my own bro
Doesn't see me
I dont reach out
Thats my own fault
Blast for me
No, I mean it, really blast for me
Cause if you're getting blasted with me
Then you really riding dont just pass it to me
Here, grab the steering wheel
Show me that you are for real
Show me you can take control
Show me, when the going goes real hard on us you will stand up with me standing tall
Mixing in some martial arts
Namaste
Sensing something in me isnt wrong
Listen to vice city prolly wrote it after taking 3 hits from a bong
Joey, Joey what it does
Rolling up, I roll it up
We be like solar panels on a roof, too high and we dont ever need a plug
Theres money you could hide
Theres money you could spend
Theres money you could make
Money that makes you friends
Money that makes you bend
Money that makes you fold
Money that makes you end
Money never gets old
Theres money you could hide
Theres money you could spend
Theres money you could make
Money that makes you friends
Money that makes you bend
Money that makes you fold
Money that makes you end
Money never gets old
That's my culture
Speak with chest
That's my culture
Get a check
That's my culture
Never flex
Always focused
Theres money you could hide
Theres money you could spend
Theres money you could make
Money that makes you friends
Money that makes you bend
Money that makes you fold
Money that makes you end
Money never gets old
Theres money you could hide
Theres money you could spend
Theres money you could make
Money that makes you friends
Money that makes you bend
Money that makes you fold
Money that makes you end
Money never gets old
See in my culture
Messed up optics
I'm too sober
Cannot process
Need some cola
Mixed with henny
Smoke like 4 blunt
Mad my own bro
Doesn't see me
I dont reach out
Thats my own fault
Blast for me
No, I mean it, really blast for me
Cause if you're getting blasted with me
Then you really riding dont just pass it to me
Here, grab the steering wheel
Show me that you are for real
Show me you can take control
Show me, when the going goes real hard on us you will stand up with me standing tall
Mixing in some martial arts
Namaste
Sensing something in me isnt wrong
Listen to vice city prolly wrote it after taking 3 hits from a bong
Joey, Joey what it does
Rolling up, I roll it up
We be like solar panels on a roof, too high and we dont ever need a plug
Theres money you could hide
Theres money you could spend
Theres money you could make
Money that makes you friends
Money that makes you bend
Money that makes you fold
Money that makes you end
Money never gets old
Theres money you could hide
Theres money you could spend
Theres money you could make
Money that makes you friends
Money that makes you bend
Money that makes you fold
Money that makes you end
Money never gets old
Writer: Rafael Israilov
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid