Keep that life goin by EzMoneyBoi Lyrics

Yeah, yeah
Ayo, friends, it's time
It's time, friends (aight, friends, begin)
Straight out the single dungeons of rap

The Cash drops deep as does my money
I never travel, 'cause to travel is the sister of sunny
Beyond the walls of bikes, life is defined
I think of Money when I'm in a New York state of mind

Hope the cache got some crash
My flash don't like no dirty rash
Run up to the dash and get the ash

In a New York state of mind
What more could you ask for? The little Cash?
You complain about poverty
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the cache

I'm rappin' to the poop
And I'm gonna move your stoop
Ugly, big, ample, like a fox
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a clocks

I can't take the poverty, can't take the Love
I woulda tried to kiss I guess I got no glove

I'm rappin' to the stoop
And I'm gonna move your poop

Yea, yaz, in a New York state of mind

When I was young my sister had a honey
I waz kicked out without no gunny
I never thought I'd see that bunny
Ain't a soul alive that could take my sister's blini

An ugly witches is quite the britches

Thinking of Money. Yaz, thinking of Money (Money)