Rhythm & Blues - song lyrics
Sonni
Scrr
Yeah
Ha
Yeah aye you know I'm saying nigga MillliM shit going on
Sonni Montana you know the big gas smoker
You know I love me some money
Life is a bitch and yo nigga one too
Keep some hundreds on me I'm addicted to blues
Inhaling the flavors ain't talking bout vapors
I'm high as sky scrapers you lower than shoes
Throw it sport exhaust look like a torch
Better stay on the porch or get rhythm and blues
Flexing a sport but I don't break a sweat
Cause I'm counting up a check
Bout to re write the rules
Trapping the loud, the gas, whatever you need
Connected in Cali with beautiful weed
Take me trip just to look at the trees
Fuck on yo bitch just to tell her to leave
She All in her feelings she can't be with me
I'm fucking her friend trying to shoot for the three
Pushing through traffic cause I like to speed
Waiting on my package to land up the street
I love the money, them bands, them racks,
That mfn bread, the chips, that mfn cheese
I told my niggas let's go into business
Get paid like a dentist don't sleep on green
Pushing the pressure ain't talking bout fitnesses
Talking in code cause these niggas polices
All of these bitches want to fuck they so freaky, Yeah
Yeah, aye you know I'm saying you can chase this mfn money
Or you can chase these h*es you dig what I'm saying
Aye Ima go and get me a mfn bankroll you know what I'm saying
Stay fly in some fresh clothes you dig what I'm saying
Stunt on a funk hoe
Sonni
Yeah, Go get some money clean it like laundry stretch it like bungee
I pray to God every day just not Sunday
Cause I know the devil coming with that money
Clown ass niggas these niggas so funny
Say you want a ounce I'ma charge you two hundred
Say you want pressure I'ma charge three hundred
It cost extra for pressure you knew that sh*t dummy
Quit calling her phone you know she ain't coming
I'm all in her guts you know that she running
Hop straight out the pussy and make me some money
Never too much, but don't be money hungry
I get the pack make it jump like a bunny
I'm dripping on niggas I cause a tsunami 
I'm chasing that USD currency nigga
I'm chasing that money till my bag get bigger
Life is a bitch and yo nigga one too
Keep some hundreds on me I'm addicted to blues
Inhaling the flavors ain't talking bout vapors
I'm high as sky scrapers you lower than shoes
Throw it sport exhaust look like a torch
Better stay on the porch or get rhythm and blues
Flexing a sport but I don't break a sweat
Cause I'm counting up a check
Bout to re write the rules
Trapping the loud, the gas, whatever you need
Connected in Cali with beautiful weed
Take me trip just to look at the trees
Fuck on yo bitch just to tell her to leave
She All in her feelings she can't be with me
I'm fucking her friend trying to shoot for the three
Pushing through traffic cause I like to speed
Waiting on my package to land up the street