Jeffery (Studio Session) lyrics

[Intro]
Money on me, hunnid on me (Hunnid)
Money on me, (Hunnid, hunnid)
Money on me, (Ayy)
Hunnid on me (Hunnid, hunnid)
(Woah, ayy, brrp, brrp, brrp, skrrt)

[Chorus]
Money on me, hunnid on me
Bro gon' catch a body, then he flee the scene
I still put the G-Star on my jeans
She ask me if I love her, only in her dreams
Keep my stick on me, make you bleed
Would have never shot you if you let me be
Young Rich n*gga, that's a guarantee
I be with them killers like Jeffrey

[Verse 1]
No Dahmer, I'm a problem
You a goon cool, I got goblins
f*ck with me, make you lеak like a faucet
Mix the liquor up, skrt, now I'm nausеous
I don't sip the lean, used to love codeine cause I love to dream
Now mix Henny with the Rémy, cause I love to drink
And I don't love to think
Feel like I'm finna puke
Can't do it on the mink, me
Money on the way, what is the, hold up, hold up
I can't drive, still hit a donut
Nineteen, multi-millionaire (Hahaha)
Ain't no lookin' back, all that broke sh*t dead
[Chorus]
Money on me, hunnid on me
Bro gon' catch a body, then he flee the scene
I still put the G-Star on my jeans
She ask me if I love her, only in her dreams
Keep my stick on me, make you bleed
Would have never shot you if you let me be
Young Rich n*gga, that's a guarantee
I be with them killers like Jeffrey

[Verse 2]
I get drunk and act a fool
If you want a altercation, put you on the news
With the channel crew
They know I be makin' moves
W Gang, I can't ever lose, like your boyfriend
I can never be a fool, like your boyfriend
He a b*tch, n*gga I went to school with your boyfriend
Real as hell, I came from my move like your boyfriend
Next thing you know, she want me to be her boyfriend
That's how that sh*t go, she do coke, I gotta make it snow
Pull up with the pole, like who want smoke
L-O-L to the bank, richer than a joke

[Chorus]
Money on me, hunnid on me
Bro gon' catch a body, then he flee the scene
I still put the G-Star on my jeans
She ask me if I love her, only in her dreams
Keep my stick on me, make you bleed
Would have never shot you if you let me be
Young Rich n*gga, that's a guarantee
I be with them killers like Jeffrey
[Verse 3]
I see faces when I'm tweakin' off the shrooms
Real n*gga, I just walked in the room
Freestyling, I ain't got to write for you
She gon' do the coke, she gon' snort the white for you
Run up, you gon' die, yes, I got my nine on me
Don't f*ck with no haters, don't f*ck with fake homies
Do this by my lonely, run up then it's over
We march on yo' body, I feel like a soldier
I just popped the Molly, now I'm as high as ayatollah
I feel like Drake or somethin', it ain't over till it's over
I don't need a driver, b*tch, I need a chauffeur
I'm a survivor, can't-
Free my n*ggas, they was locked up in the [?]
I don't do coke, I don't even do Coca-Cola
I show up just to show out, balling like a blow-out
You think that I'm lacking, b*tch? Yes, I got the pole out
I'ma lose control now, I could take your [?] out
I obtained the perc like I need, yuh ey
You get smoked like some [?]
Really? You don't f*ck with me
Run up on me, we gon' make you bleed
Tell 'em "Rest in Peace"
Uh ay, I ain't worried 'bout my enemies
They know I got the inner-peace
n*ggas really trying trouble me
Yeah yeah, ay ay
Balling like a triple double till I'm out of trouble
n*ggas thinking that they balling till I catch 'em double
n*ggas want the trouble, sh*t, we singing it on the double
My shroom bombs, I ain't talking truffles
Make 'em dance, .40 make him cupid shuffle, bombing on my pants
Boy these b*tches costs a duffle, run up, you get trapped
[Chorus]
They don't want smoke
That's your girl, was she just the average hoe?
Yeah, I f*cked her, but she kept it on the low

[Verse 4]
Nobody gonna know
If I catch 'em, I'ma catch 'em, I'ma blow
.40 give 'em a kiss, mistletoe
n*ggas they be acting like some hoes
I be balling now just like a pro, pro
I'ma f*ck that b*tch on the low
Pull up on the scene, .40 make 'em bleed
Feel like Freddy Krueger, how I'm up in your dreams
Yeah, I keep a Ruger, you ain't f*ckin' with me
Shorty want to kick it, this is not a soccer team
Got away with worse, I feel like I'm (?)-tes
She gon' do it all, she gon' hold the Glock for me
If I'm in the way then she gon' get shot for me
Ay ay, but I still got the Glock on me
And that sh*t a guarantee
Leave you like a period, I make a n*gga bleed
f*ck her then I leave, I'ma skit then [?]
I've been drinking too much Hennessy, I'm up in the cloud
That lil' b*tch, she funny, tryna smoke on my loud
If you run up on me, we gon' shut that sh*t down
I feel like a king, lil' b*tch, I need me a crown
I'ma do my thing, I got money now
I been doing my things since I got money now
n*ggas hating, I keep it 100 now
I don't walk the sh*t, lil' b*tch, I run it now
Balling like the OKC Thunder rounds
sh*ttin' on my ex, you need a plunger now
Run out with that .40, I'ma gun you down
I'ma gun you down, I don't got no time but I got a Rollie
Say she "wanna ball", b*tch, you need a trophie
They be blocking, them n*ggas like goalies
f*cking on that b*tch, only 'cuz I'm rich
Pull up on the scene, .40 with a stick
Pull out with that stick, f*ck n*gga get hit
Pop him like a ZIT, now you don't exist
R. Kelly, Rest in p*ss, hah
Ball so hard, need a trophie
Tryna block me, like a goalie
I've been going hard and you know it
You've been stressed out, why you here goat-[?]
50K ON GOATES
Every n*gga thinking that they know me
He say he a "real n*gga", I told him "show me"
I'm f*cked up, so I talk with a slur
Think about money, I don't think 'bout her
Beat the pus*y up, Ooh, you can hear it purr
I'ma shoot him up, Ooh, feel like Larry Bird
I don't dwell in the past, I don't live in a past life
Only thing I want is the cash, only thing I want is the cash right
That's a white lie
I want love, I want drugs, I want love
That's a white lie
I want love, I want drugs, I want love
Think I found the love of my life, I'm scared
What if I wake up and she's not there?

[Chorus]
What if I love her and she won't care?
I'm too, too, scared
Results may vary
I feel like Mariah but I can't carry

[Verse 5]
And I'm on fire, I'm on fire
I always use a rubber, b*tch, I need the tire
This sh*t outta date, b*tch, you expired
I've been feeling lost, so I'm getting higher
Girl, you inspire my attire
She think that I'm worried 'bout the past, right?
I don't really think 'bout the past life, yeah, that's right
That's right, I don't really think 'bout the past, right
I don't really think about the past

[Chorus]
I'm too busy worrying 'bout the cash
Let them do the dash, baby I made you smash

[Verse 6]
Pull up in the jet, shoot it up then laugh
You can feel my wrath
Found it on some grass
You don't got these on, smokin' on this gas
I got them trees on, that's what you need
I don't move sevens, b*tch I move peace
I was in the room, on the shrooms, all alone
When I thought about you, I got confused
What do I do, without you?
Since you left, I've been a fool, I've been a mess, super stressed
I can get you super wet, super sex
Pull with the su', protect lay and rip
I don't give a f*ck, at all this-
Pull up on the scene, like a period
I can make you bleed, n*gga point blank period
You can't f*ck with me, huh
I ain't a pyramid, no controlling me, yeah
They tell me that I sold my soul, n*gga, I know
But I'm rich, let's go
Pull up on the scene 4-o, make n*gga change up like clothes
Get exposed, gun on my hip, b*tch, no reload
I make him [?], b*tch, that's on gang
She walked in to me passed out on the floor
Took a little perc, little xan, little more
Balling so hard, no Okla-Four
I've been going hard, [?] floor
Yeah, pull up on the scene, .40 with a beam, try me if you want
b*tch, we got it, run up I'm poppin'
I just took my girl shopping
Ey, you running away, I'm running out of options
Fly like a c*ckpit, I'm fly autopilot
Gun like a librarian, that b*tch came with the silence
You know we've been shooting sh*t up, we use violence

[Chorus]
Hit my phone, that b*tch hit my phone
Leave me alone, I bought my VLone, which one?
Ring ring, b*tches calling on my phone

[Verse 7]
I've been doing my own thing and they won't leave me alone
I got money now, so they owe me now
Got Givenchy now, I remember Abercrombie
Just spent 25k on (?), yeah
Uh, yeah yeah
I remember Abercrombie, I just spent 25k on (?)
I just took a xannie, now I'm feeling like a zombie
I'ma mix the pills with the liquor, maybe it will make a clear picture
I ain't really f*cking with these n*ggers
I'm too busy loading up the trigger
She gon' hop on my di*k like Tiger
Keep the Tommy in the Tommy, Hillfigers
Go figure, she gon' pose, she a hoe in the picture
Get exposed like a hoe in the picture, yeh
Load it up then I let it go
I don't trust these n*ggas like I'm metro