Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 100$ phone cards, artist - Django.
Date of issue: 12.02.2018
Song language: English
100$ phone cards |
Momma never raised a bitch and I know this for certain |
Think i get it from my poppa what I spit is like sermon |
I’m the out come of angels and demons engaging |
I’m the outlaw and everything that everyone hated |
First book under my name ironically was the bible |
Poppa told me boy you read it if you missing your mama |
I was just a youngin yeah my big bro was my idol |
But be yourself lil boy mama I still remember |
Empty out 100 $ phone cards in 1 night |
Lately its been hard to tell apart from real or fake |
Ace of spade stains on my bed sheets you can’t relate |
I might as well just spend it when I get it because on judgement day |
I’ll probably go to hell and can’t bring this shit with me anyway |
Autumn leaves |
Fall on me |
All fall on me |
They planning on my down fall and that shit for certain |
Even when I die they’ll never close the curtains |
My grandma in the Hospital, hate that shes hurting |
Diamonds crystal clear but life ain’t always picture perfect |
But they’ll never understand like I wrote this in cursive |
Wouldn’t even understand if I showed them in person |
Bless to be cursed, I need that money urgent |
Whole lotta bridges burning cuz I know its worth it |
Autumn leaves |
Fall on me |
All fall on me |
If u ain’t talking money its a waste of time |
I’d rather link ozzy and drink expensive wine |
I’m never going broke again and thats the bottom line |
Paulie blanco like Cobain and 50 cent combined |
I need the full amount I’m taking what is mine |
Remember I would dash it right after I dined |
Swear I still can’t look my momma in the eyes |
I’m getting rich or dying broke there ain’t no die trying |
Hell is empty buddy I’m right here |
Whole squad full of black belts top tier |
I get along with no bitch boys with height fear |
Cartelli infinity like I’m lightyear |
Lulubuy for my enemies I putem to bed |
If I was them I already put a million on my head |
OGs in my city they coming for my bread |
But what they really wanted ain’t money |
Its what I fucking bled |
Autumn leaves |
All fall on me |
Autumn leaves |
All fall on me |
Fall on me |
Fall on me |
Fall on me |