Letras
Bitch, you better have my money on the first and fifteenth.
You better have my money on the first and fifteenth.
I needed pay like yesterday, y'all niggas thinkin' shit sweet.
you better have my money on the first and fifteenth.
Leather guts, I hit the block in it, my pistol Austrian.
She seen my eyes and she got lost in them.
puckered up and started glossin' it, the bands I tossed 'em in a.
Patagonia duffle, I hit Molto on 5th,
They was generous with the truffle, the brûlée on the crème.
Your boo lay on the Benz, she a cutie,
But I really wanna fuck on all her friends.
She came from East New York, I remember bein' at the Imperial.
Closed casket, the pussy to ceremony and burial.
I'm on that psilocybin, so I'm seein' life through aerial.
If I was one of you niggas, bro, I would be feelin' terrible.
Imagine goin' through life and not catchin' on to the variables.
I ain't needy, I ain't greedy, all of these plays is shareable.
I bet she'll buss it all within the budget,
Got these chickens cluckin', eatin' mortadella mozzarella on the chicken cutlet.
Roll the blunt and pour a lil' rum inside the bucket.
When Rico had did Mitch, I realized I couldn't trust shit.
Bitch, you better have my money on the first and fifteenth.
You better have my money on the first and fifteenth.
I needed pay like yesterday, y'all niggas thinkin' shit sweet.
You better have my money on the first and fifteenth.
I'm rolling live with a blank dye, Wagyu A5 underneath steak knives.
Break ties, water crashes, all these waves gon' break tides.
I'm strappin', never lackin', in case they try to take mines.
FN or 19X in my center console,
Hornady pink-tip hollow points loaded inside the arsenal.
The problems will always find you and never pardon you.
The good, the bad, the ugly will always be in the parts I choose to display.
It's Hell'z Own, who the fuck else? These niggas lookin' dismayed.
You either play the game or get played,
You either pay or get paid, live in the shade or get blazed.
For nights like these, I did pray,