Keep Going (Explicit)

Lyrics by：DeJ Loaf

Composed by：DeJ Loaf

Make money money make money money

Take money money take money money

Make money money make money money

Take money money take money money

Make money money make money money

Take money money take money money

Make money money make money money

Take money money take money money

I think I seen this on the TV show TV show

B***h you ain't heard of me before

Been there done that that's my old ho

I was feeling like you need to know

N***as tryna sneak diss sneak diss

FN p***y peep this peep this

It's a flood p***y leaking leaking

Cleanup on aisle 3 s**t 3 s**t

Charge it to the game no defense

In the game tryna stay away from bleachers from bleachers

I just got to stay away from leeches from leeches

'Cause I got a good heart heart decent

Brown skin short hair come and get this

No down dirty shame call me peaches call me peaches

One after another that's a sequence that's a sequence

I ain't really really into all that beefing

All these n***a rats for that cheese s**t cheese s**t

Snitching telling everything they seen s**t

'Bout that action I might pop up on his seam quick

Come through and shoot shoot leave the scene quick

Yo

Make money money make money money

Take money money take money money

Make money money make money money

Take money money take money money

Make money money make money money

Take money money take money money

Make money money make money money

Take money money take money money

Baby I can't dance I can't bust no moves

I can't dance

But my diamonds they be dancing and might bust a move

I can't dance

Let a n***a try me we gon' bust a move

They hit the block beat hot like do

Chillin' watching crushed crushed

Fat boy what's up dude what's up dude

We might pull up in a truck or two truck or two

You can't get in we don't f**k with you

Lazy a*s n***as don't make no moves

They check us at the door we got in with the tools

One shot boom two shoots ooh

I don't know s**t I'm like who shot who

Margiela's Chanel I'm giving 'em hell

This s**t should be a crown

I bet I make bail

Hold up wait f**k 12

I only pop champagne just to pour it in the air yeah

Make money money make money money

Take money money take money money

Make money money make money money

Take money money take money money

Make money money make money money

Take money money take money money

Make money money make money money

Take money money take money money

In my Rolls read the newspaper newspaper

8 ball left pocket on the pool table

On the pool table

Stash the money in the pool table

In the pool table

Walk in I need ones and a booth table

All these hoes love money I'm baby

I love money too I'm a boss baby boss baby

I been going nuts getting off lately

Getting off lately

Out of your league I need that money like the golf player

Golf player

Me and you together heart to heart baby

Heart baby

I'm just joking just a thought baby

You ain't got no job boy you try me

All these fake a*s mobs y'all not Italian

Used to hit the candy lady and get Laffy Taffys

Back when they was singing Girl shake that Laffy Taffy

N***as don't come direct n***as try be petty

I ain't lying I got 100 in my fanny packy

Make money money make money money

Take money money take money money

Make money money make money money

Take money money take money money

Make money money make money money

Take money money take money money

Make money money make money money

Take money money take money money