No money comin' so you hatin' me, I'm steady tryin
That bag ain't big enough for you, but all my brothers in it
No cash for you and you and you, I take my people with me
They try to play me cause I have it like I really owe em
Nobody handed me that key, I had to kick the door in
That money bring you happiness, you mad, don't got no dough then
I get that bag and disappear like I don't even know him
I count it up like one, two, three, we shoot it up with .223s
I won't be guilty, rather leave,
Can't get no peace, can't leave my peace
I'm tryna paint this picture perfectly, but lyrically
Ain't nobody really real, I feel like all that's left is me
I'm ridin' round, tryna pass the time like I don't need it
Talkin' down, leave him in pieces, I ain't gangsta, I get even
Ain't no rat but where the cheese,
Don't f*ck with you, I'd rather leave
Niggas green, can't get no green, sendin' shots, don't need a beam
Sendin' shots, this Glock ain't friendly
All I want, Benjamin Franklin
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No money comin' so you hatin' me, I'm steady tryin
That bag ain't big enough for you, but all my brothers in it
No cash for you and you and you, I take my people with me
They try to play me cause I have it like I really owe em
Nobody handed me that key, I had to kick the door in
That money bring you happiness, you mad, don't got no dough then
I get that bag and disappear like I don't even know him
I count it up like one, two, three, we shoot it up with .223s
I won't be guilty, rather leave,
Can't get no peace, can't leave my peace
I'm tryna paint this picture perfectly, but lyrically
Ain't nobody really real, I feel like all that's left is me
I'm ridin' round, tryna pass the time like I don't need it
Talkin' down, leave him in pieces, I ain't gangsta, I get even
Ain't no rat but where the cheese,
Don't f*ck with you, I'd rather leave
Niggas green, can't get no green, sendin' shots, don't need a beam
Sendin' shots, this Glock ain't friendly
All I want, Benjamin Franklin
That bag ain't big enough for you, but all my brothers in it
No cash for you and you and you, I take my people with me
They try to play me cause I have it like I really owe em
Nobody handed me that key, I had to kick the door in
That money bring you happiness, you mad, don't got no dough then
I get that bag and disappear like I don't even know him
I count it up like one, two, three, we shoot it up with .223s
I won't be guilty, rather leave,
Can't get no peace, can't leave my peace
I'm tryna paint this picture perfectly, but lyrically
Ain't nobody really real, I feel like all that's left is me
I'm ridin' round, tryna pass the time like I don't need it
Talkin' down, leave him in pieces, I ain't gangsta, I get even
Ain't no rat but where the cheese,
Don't f*ck with you, I'd rather leave
Niggas green, can't get no green, sendin' shots, don't need a beam
Sendin' shots, this Glock ain't friendly
All I want, Benjamin Franklin
Writer: Ike Harris
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