Lyrics Pray - Cash Kidd, Peezy

Pray

We ain’t gone talk cash for a minute, but I punch for these\nNiggas talking down on swipers, tell them to suck our Ds\nYo bitch ain’t complain when she got them bundles free\nI ain’t even wanna fuck her, she just had some fucked up weave\nYeah\nAll this talk money, fuck y’all mean\nI’m way up, might cash yo bitch some double Ds\nI got Monty in this bitch throwing up the Bs\nGet a body in this bitch like Chuck E. Cheese\nNigga\nLong stiff arm bitch\nAin’t got a penny for you, bout to get my bitch arm lit\nWe’ll go in y’all shit\nOff the hendog too\nTryna holla at a milf, got the talking like I’m Silk\nAye\nTold me niggas gone change, I ain’t listen\nReminiscing about my dawgs, somebody gotta get it\nA dub on me, still doing fraud\nI’m a dip it\nYeah\nAt the Pistons game looking like a Piston\nYeah choppa got the scope like a scientific\nDrugs easing on my pain\nWhen the beat on, I get flashback\nTryna prosper, don’t look pass that\nAnd let me find out you was clout chasing\nYeah all that being tough shit outdated\nYeah you be the reason momma house vacant\nYeah\nI just gave a Lebron a down payment\nOne on ones on me, not no Dalmatians\nGirl you got me traumatized thinking every bitch like you\nGot me thinking if I like a bitch, I’m a fool\nFucked up, I can’t leave without the tool\nAye\nCut off people that I love, couldn’t cry about it\nIf I get the wrong vibe, then I’m not around it\n5674, I’ll die bout it\nWack a nigga then get high bout it\nDisrespect my brother like we ain’t gone slide about it\nNiggas broke and they bored, they don’t clout up out us\nHear you throwing slick shots, put a name on it\nJust hit a freak bitch, had to put no game on her\nGave her 5 minute dick, put the gang on her\nPlus she won’t try shit, up that thang on her\nAye\nCause most these hoes our bitches\nI’m that’s cool, but when we slide\nI pray you not with them\nBitch\nGet a little change and watch everybody change\nGet a little fame, shit’ll never be the same\nKillas on my head, nah at least that’s what they say\nEverybody love me, at least that’s what they claim\nNow she wanna text, she wanna call me everyday\nI don’t feel the love, everybody acting strange\nI been out the way, now they say I’m being fake\nPushing me away, they’ve been pushing me away\nBut how can I complain, when I’m from the bottom look at how far a nigga came\nWhen I’m with you baby, I forget about the pain\nBut I gotta go, I gotta get back on this plane\nYeah\nAnd go right back M.I.A\nRight back in the field baby don’t forget to pray\nLately I been working, I’ve been getting through the rain\nBut I’m a be ok Ma don’t worry bout a thang\nYeah\nIn the jungle every day\nYou finally met a wolf in this world full of snakes baby\nYeah\nAll these niggas pray\nTell the pastor when he prays\nDon’t forget to say my name\nBother had some beef, we just slide the other day\nYeah\nIf you love me then pray for me\nDon’t forget to pray\nDon’t forget to pray\nDon’t forget to pray for me\nDon’t forget to pray\nTell my brothers don’t forget to pray for me\nI won’t forget to pray for you\nDon’t forget to\nTell the pastor pray for me, I need all the blessings\nFacin' 30 years in prison, I been more than stressin'\nTook a loss and learned from it, took it as a lesson\nWake up early, getting to it, I ain’t go to breakfast\nPop a perc and drinkin' syrup, it been hard to sleep\nFeds hit you with some shit that’s gone be hard to beat\nSoon as a nigga change his life, they take you off the streets\nHe ain’t wanna go to trial, he had to take the plea\nMy bitch left me when I really needed her the most\nAfter all, I did for her, that’s what the hurt the most\nNow it’s money over bitches, yeah I love the dough\nShe turned me into a monster, I can’t love another ho\nJust paid 27 hunnid for a leather coat\nAfter I wear it, Ima trash that\nGetting money, you ain’t gotta ask that\n90 some thousand inna trashbag\nDope fiend baby, I was born in the 80s\nHouse full of choppas, like we going at the navy\nI ain’t jumping onna nigga song unless he pay me\nPour some cold water on it, let it lock, and then scrape it\nSoon as it dry, chop it with the razor\nTraffic down the block, I through some at the neighbors\nNiggas that you think happy for you, really hating\nAll this jewelry on me like I’m signed to Roc Nation\nOut Cali shoppin', I’m just picking out flavors\nArm out the window, I’m just pissing off haters\nBrand new Hellcat off the lot, with the papers\nBrand new 41 out the box with the papers\nI ain’t satisfied with what I got, but I’m grateful\nAin’t bringing none to it, ain’t no sitting at the table\nCatch us all out at one time like we made it\nGhetto Boyz ENT, bitch I run my own label nigga