Lyrics Married To The £ - Tion Wayne

Married To The £

Love
But there’s no one I’ve trusted
Buss down chains even though I’m most wanted
But man just said fuck this
Lean with a gun on your brother like Russ
Get the bag even if I weren’t an artist
But you’ve gone mad if you take me for a target
Same time brain of Caroline or Charlotte
Shakin' up their arses, rass it
1 gyal, 2 gyal, 3 gyal, 4
If I cuff one I can’t see no more
Kick off the door, wavin' the 44
He touch my boy won’t talk I just bore
You with me ya grind away ya grind too
I’d rather live my life beside you
Talking on the net until I find you
I just wanna make my bread and be
Married to the pound
Swear down if money was a girl (wanna be your baby)
I gotta put on for my block
Go hard for my niggas in the jail
Broke boys cuff for a fuck
Think he’s in luck so he say to a slut
(Wanna be your baby)
Do I chase money money
Get money let that nigga take the L
Simone, never used to pick phone
Now she just blow coz she heard ya boys blown
Doing up airports never go home
True my shoes from Italy so I just Rome, Lavish
Run down niggas on my ones, baddest
Rap game put me in the class, bracket
D down telling me she can’t, hack it
Pound, habit
1 gyal, 2 gyal, 3 gyal, 4
If I cuff one I can’t see no more
Kick off the door, wave in the 44
He touch my boy won’t talk I just bore
You with me ya grind away ya grind too
I’d rather live my life beside you
Talking on the net until I find you
I just wanna make my bread and be
Married to the pound
Swear down if money was a girl (wanna be your baby)
I gotta put on for my block
Go hard for my niggas in the jail
Broke boys cuff for a fuck
Think he’s in luck so he say to a slut
(Wanna be your baby)
Do I chase money money
Get money let that nigga take the L