Young Fam - Famlife Lyrics

Lee What's poppin boi

RIP tunechi nigga

Free Young Doeski

Yeah I kno uh-uh -uh uh ohhhh
I'm addcited to this money
I can't leave it alone
I love jumping fly
Won't leave Neimans alone
Louies cost a band
They complement the VLone
If you ain't getting money
Ion know what you on
It ain't gone fall out the sky
You betta' strap ya nuts on
They printing money everyday
I just want some of my own
Run these bands up and for my hood I put on (Bitch)

Just want my money long
Riding talking numbers off
My money phone
Bag on me
High aint on no flight
But this my carry on
Hit the road
Beat that bitch down until I can't no More
I'm paper chasing
Trapping out that banddo
Before my pockets vacant
Got doctor patients
But the spot got hot
The feds Investigating
Won't catch me in it
Bitch I'm fleeing and alluding
Before they catch me with it
I'm on a mission
You ain't with the scamily
I ain't f*cking with you
I'm missing doe
Use to jugg a nigga then drop the 4
That's how that went
Posted on the wood like I went to Cent
We in the zone
We lock 8's and drop F's
That's for the the homez
Fam life
RIP YOUNG TUNECHI he in Paradise
Smoking good
Yeah my dog in heaven
But he still hood
I'm getting money
Can't die with this shit so I spend Money
Flip money
Had to triple my bag to get that big money
Niggas dicksuckn'
Do it more then these bitches
And they say they thuggin
Niggas was bleeding
Nip died now they saying they cuzin
Back to that money
Posted at that store like I'm a junky
Don't ask to hit my weed
I won't pass it like I'm a flunky
Don't play it ain't a game
I'm in the jungle like it's jumanji
Young nigga from the homez
But got the whole zone behind me

Yeah I kno uh-uh -uh uh ohhhh
I'm addcited to this money
I can't leave it alone
I love jumping fly
Won't leave Neimans alone
Louies cost a band
They complement the VLone
If you ain't getting money
Ion know what you on
It ain't gone fall out the sky
You betta' strap ya nuts on
They printing money everyday
I just want some of my own
Run these bands up and for my hood I put on

Fresh off the road
A nigga got that shit on em'
Not to mention 3 bands for this fit on Me
Bad bitch she just want to put her lips On me
Plays from my phone pick me up like Lyft on it
On the road trying get it
That's where I'm suppose to be
Don't need help with these bags
These ain't groceries
In the club 50 deep
You won't get close to me
Bottles in the air
Get chills when they approaching me (Why)
Use to take bottles to the store
Hoping they wouldn't notice me
My niggas never change
That's how it suppose to be
Blow cheese on my bitch
Cause she be blowing me
I let the money run my life
It be controlling me
Love pine to the death
She hit the road with me
She just as old as me
Any problems she on go with me
If ain't about the cheese
You shouldn't be calling me
I see 12 on patrol
But that ain't stopping me

Yeah I kno uh-uh -uh uh ohhhh
I'm addcited to this money
I can't leave it alone
I love jumping fly
Wont leave Neimans alone
Louies cost a band
They complement the VLone
If you ain't getting money
Ion know what you on
It ain't gone fall out the sky
You betta' strap ya nuts on
They printing money everyday
I just want some of my own
Run these bands up and for my hood I put on (Bitch)