KraphT - Mars Lyrics

Always knew there'd b better days when these dollar bills turned blue

Hard work always undervalued and let that shit be the truth

Trap jumpin till my pockets fatter imma show these bitches how to do

Stupid bitch don't come talkin shit when these lyrics go and fit yo shoes



Cause the same way that you walk

Is the same way thatchu move

Bitch I move fast

So you gotta move

Bitch get a bag

Or better get two

I get investments and properties too


I get a bag

Cause that's what I do

All uh this bread in ma pockets is blue

Pull up and you getting hit with the tool

Call up the bro's we coming for you

Stack bread make moves

Trapping the trap jumpin in a groove

Pour up some mud in that double cup

Imma hustler getcha money up

When I'm talking bread bitch I run it up

We don't do all that talking that's f*ck shit

Catch a bro at a show at a function

Off this Backwood I can't even function

When I hit from the back make bust quick

We don't all that friendly shit

Big boss, I be stacking them chips up

Big poles bitch we upping them sticks up

Double cup turning purple that's sticky cup

Big thirty in my Hand

Bitch wear designer this stitched by hand

She gone pop a Percy god damn

I be off that henessy and loud man

Look at my whip European god damn

Bitch this Lookin like gods plan

Bitch I don't smoke on that boof got gas

Bitch Exotic bags
Big tags

Look at this Gucci bag big tag

Foreign my whip so you know it's a high tag

I'm Faded sippin on some High Tek

Run me my bread imma need them franklins

Applying pressure on they neck man
Give em a sudden pop make em dance man

One and only I'm the man damn

Shoot a muhf*cka that's a man down
That's Whatchu get when you talk like clowns

If he ain't dead he gone need another round

Oooo stop asking me bout that now

Flip a pound it done came from another town
Yeah you know bitch blowin up my sound

Feelin sober imma need me another pound

Roll me a big joint up right now

Bitch I'm faded boutta hop out the mic now