Fiend (Rapper)
Fiend (Rapper) - Mr. Jones lyrics
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Stayin' for the money yeah uh gettin' baby y'all Mr. Jones way of the world I'm bitch pressing in you're green like what raps to chocolate in the pepper ment capel to G I represent you ain't this and never been talk shit but nobody remember when me and them shoppers get loaded behinds in who's dying for five dollars imagine behind rin boys so scared be founding they all shit nobody gonna snitch so free months she gonna get long I need that money right now I would give for G..for the set now or drop driving gotta come correct now OG on the OG is on deadline you can look huh, get your respect now, seat that hokers we knew you wouldn't expect huh, new money streets like joints with nectar she love that the rike hate that hacker, city care forgot I was raised in in my dirt I take it to my grave in, but them nights and the days in waitin nothing rolled up and they came in, blazin, you rose trudos new clothes, new hoes, as I'm twisting up reflecting on my two goals, get paper than get just some more of it, leave your conscious at home like so I f*ck it.