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Money Piles by Kingdan Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2020

[Intro: King Dan]

Yea
Yea

Whaddup Lil Voncy

Alright If this is what we on
Then I'm down for the ride

Lotta  bad women
Money piles to the sky's

To a poor nigga
Money piles is a god

Money make a nigga
Go commit a homicide

[Verse 1: King Dan]
Riders they on go
But they ain't go cart racing

My heart
It be pacing
I need a vacation

Why they all hating
My heart feeling vacant

Yea

I said my heart feeling vacant
No love
For the
Other side
I ride
For my side
I die
For my side

Yea

Why they ain't call when i was
Broke, broke, broke ,broke
But asking for something
I'm still tryna get my cake up

In the kitchen
Bake up
A hot 16

Lemon squeeze
Red beam
Hot chili jean
Billie jean

Squeeze the trigger
Kill yo dreams

But I'm on some higher power shit
Steal yo soul
And steal yo bitch

She leave you broke
And make me rich

I throw a fit up in that pussy
I told you imma kill em
I ain't sparring now nigga
Say go get em
And i got em

God hoping you protecting
Cuz the road is getting hectic
And my soul is feeling restless
Cuz my goal is getting paper

17 floor
Gotta take a elevator

Put on for my city
Till my city see me on

Im a fucking pit bull
To these chihuahua ass niggas

Ineffective to the culture
Ass niggas
Gone

[Chorus: King Dan ]

Alright If this is what we on
Then I'm down for the ride

Lotta bad women
Money piles to the sky

To a poor nigga
Money piles is a god

Money make a nigga
Go commit a homicide

[Verse 2: XanMan]

Money Piles
I wanna throw in the fucking towel

Them hard nights and cold nights
Couldn't see my mother smile

If you was on the phone nigga
You couldn't press a pound

Left a nigga with a black eye
Now he can't even look around

We the hottest in the city nigga
I got the same watch like Diddy nigga

I was locked up
I couldn't even get no family pictures

Nigga shooting kids
And getting people why they granny with em

Im speaking that real shit
Stressed out pay the bill shit

0 to 100 real quick
Thats how we all live

Nigga wanna eat off my plate
But it don't involve ribs

Hard times, Hard work nigga
Thats what we all did

Stressed out
From pay check to pay check
Take care of all kids

Street nigga
Stay down with my brothers
Just like
Lavar did

That nigga say he wanna get some rest
Then you on the wrong bed
Life support nigga
Reality check
But we all dead