Medicinal by Bitch_Im_CMoney Lyrics
Yeah, something new
[Verse 1]
Imma do me till the day that I drop
I be working hard for the things that I got
Shit I'm on deck, like the back of your spot
And the shoes that I copped, too smooth for the block
Dude getting hot
Fuck the feds and the law
And whatever it is you're talking less the bread is involved
In habitual medicinal jays to get her off
Never soft, but my jays hit hard
Dream for more bread than your whole bank worth
Your plan was to make it but your goal ain't work
I could rap better even when I drink purp
Think first, get murked, yeah that thing gon' burst
Coconut Ciroc with a little bit of tree
Shit get me twisted but it's nothing like the E
You don't know Killa Gang, you don't know me
One deuce in the booth so you know how it be
Ha, said I'm on one, matter fact off two
You ain't smart then you lose, it'll cost dude
Not just money but your plan gon' fall through
Couple grams and your mans gon' cross you
Don't rap, it go like that
In the front of the stage with my goons in the back
Yelling one deuce bitch we don't know how to act
I'mma roll my pack, blow O's then I laugh
I'm, too fried, money on my mind
More personal to blaze than your re-up guy
Three Six shit yeah we stay fly
Me and Sour smoke jays til we reach bout five
I get it way too live
I smell like pack cause I blaze in the ride
Sour grapes great came straight from the vine
And the jays that I faced left a haze in my mind
[Hook]
This is how I feel, this is how it go
Living out a dream, winning's all I know
Now it's getting real, good tree that I smoke
White Widow or Blue Dream, outdoor or that dro
[Verse 2]
Look at my eyes, you'll tell that I'm real
Shorty just popped that, see how you feel
Ain't tell her what it was, she just know it's that kill
Said that she in love, but it's probably that pill, kill
I'm a dog
No need to get comfortable this won't be long
Something bout it different that's why this in my song
She don't be bitching tell me let's just get it on
Started off broke and I'll never go back
Momma said work but I said I'm gon' rap
Moving that purp keep me good where I'm at
Used to stay with more Jays than Toronto hats, swag
Ball so hard I'm like Andrew Luck
Smoke too much that I can't stand up
Drink in my cup, got my plans jih fucked
So i'm bout to pop xans, while my mans sparks blunts
The drink's here, my team here, the bitches here, fuck it let's get it then
[Verse 3]
Go from breaking it down splitting a Rillo
Started getting fried, Dice played the instrumental
Then my phone got a text that say put it in the middle
If your bitch get loud, cover that with a pillow
I met a cheater, fuck her when I meet her
Word from Sour Diesel, pass the motherfucking Cheeba
I'm a Killa Gang, FMG robber, nice to meet ya
Whips and the kicks for the low, plus reefer
It ain't shit cause I'mma smoke it dog
How the fuck you playing poker with a Joker card
You get hit real quick like an open guard
Bitch, my goons got straps like overalls
And you know my team over y'alls
Can't win, then they gut it like a bowling ball
So we got out quick, now they hope to fall
But I can't go back to the open stall
Now it's all love, but it started off hate
Ever since these motherfuckers started my tape
Kush with the strawberry purp and the grape
With the sweet aromatic gon' start my day
Phone blowing up cause they all need tree
First text light say "bag me three"
Fuck it though I gotta make trip to DC
Silver Spring first to meet with FMG
They told me that I'm never gonna mount to shit
They told me that I'm never gonna make it
Now they ask when the drop of my album is
And I told the bitches keep waiting
See I'm not the type to be played with
Never the type to be basic
Either backwoods or them white boys, I roll it all I ain't racist
They turn it up when they play this
Rock Nike bitches, no Asics
Got a lot of groupies that love money, but none of 'em that make it
Bitch
[Verse 1]
Imma do me till the day that I drop
I be working hard for the things that I got
Shit I'm on deck, like the back of your spot
And the shoes that I copped, too smooth for the block
Dude getting hot
Fuck the feds and the law
And whatever it is you're talking less the bread is involved
In habitual medicinal jays to get her off
Never soft, but my jays hit hard
Dream for more bread than your whole bank worth
Your plan was to make it but your goal ain't work
I could rap better even when I drink purp
Think first, get murked, yeah that thing gon' burst
Coconut Ciroc with a little bit of tree
Shit get me twisted but it's nothing like the E
You don't know Killa Gang, you don't know me
One deuce in the booth so you know how it be
Ha, said I'm on one, matter fact off two
You ain't smart then you lose, it'll cost dude
Not just money but your plan gon' fall through
Couple grams and your mans gon' cross you
Don't rap, it go like that
In the front of the stage with my goons in the back
Yelling one deuce bitch we don't know how to act
I'mma roll my pack, blow O's then I laugh
I'm, too fried, money on my mind
More personal to blaze than your re-up guy
Three Six shit yeah we stay fly
Me and Sour smoke jays til we reach bout five
I get it way too live
I smell like pack cause I blaze in the ride
Sour grapes great came straight from the vine
And the jays that I faced left a haze in my mind
[Hook]
This is how I feel, this is how it go
Living out a dream, winning's all I know
Now it's getting real, good tree that I smoke
White Widow or Blue Dream, outdoor or that dro
[Verse 2]
Look at my eyes, you'll tell that I'm real
Shorty just popped that, see how you feel
Ain't tell her what it was, she just know it's that kill
Said that she in love, but it's probably that pill, kill
I'm a dog
No need to get comfortable this won't be long
Something bout it different that's why this in my song
She don't be bitching tell me let's just get it on
Started off broke and I'll never go back
Momma said work but I said I'm gon' rap
Moving that purp keep me good where I'm at
Used to stay with more Jays than Toronto hats, swag
Ball so hard I'm like Andrew Luck
Smoke too much that I can't stand up
Drink in my cup, got my plans jih fucked
So i'm bout to pop xans, while my mans sparks blunts
The drink's here, my team here, the bitches here, fuck it let's get it then
[Verse 3]
Go from breaking it down splitting a Rillo
Started getting fried, Dice played the instrumental
Then my phone got a text that say put it in the middle
If your bitch get loud, cover that with a pillow
I met a cheater, fuck her when I meet her
Word from Sour Diesel, pass the motherfucking Cheeba
I'm a Killa Gang, FMG robber, nice to meet ya
Whips and the kicks for the low, plus reefer
It ain't shit cause I'mma smoke it dog
How the fuck you playing poker with a Joker card
You get hit real quick like an open guard
Bitch, my goons got straps like overalls
And you know my team over y'alls
Can't win, then they gut it like a bowling ball
So we got out quick, now they hope to fall
But I can't go back to the open stall
Now it's all love, but it started off hate
Ever since these motherfuckers started my tape
Kush with the strawberry purp and the grape
With the sweet aromatic gon' start my day
Phone blowing up cause they all need tree
First text light say "bag me three"
Fuck it though I gotta make trip to DC
Silver Spring first to meet with FMG
They told me that I'm never gonna mount to shit
They told me that I'm never gonna make it
Now they ask when the drop of my album is
And I told the bitches keep waiting
See I'm not the type to be played with
Never the type to be basic
Either backwoods or them white boys, I roll it all I ain't racist
They turn it up when they play this
Rock Nike bitches, no Asics
Got a lot of groupies that love money, but none of 'em that make it
Bitch