A.tone Da Priest Jacksons Grants & Franklins
Jacksons Franklins coming out my bank with me
Whenever I take them out
That’s what got them hating now (2x)
Money minded grind is constant profit rocket daily
Maybe mine is flyin linen pockets cause the sayin
F-U pay him, a motto for the ages
Hatin rages on but still I’m strong beyond the early
stages
Of greatness, ain’t this, quite a crazy life
The price of livin got me sinning wishin I could turn
to Christ
Without advice, alone I’m on my own with my decisions
Missin guidance all this time I’m fine so, why should I
listen
To your mentions, guessin, you want a slice of pie
With all the fixins meanin digit’s out my bank account
and why
Do you feel that your advice in the best of my interest
I’m lookin thru my eyes guy I’m just not impressed
I invest, seconds minutes hours gainin power
Tower money mission multiply my methods make em sour
When I hop up out the shower, bitch I focus neva choke
up
Floatin high, and on the rise fried n kitin blowin
smoke up
Jackson Grants Franklins bank account is achin
It’s how I bring it in it’s just too much bacon
Mine for the taking, it’s out there so get it
Like animal we battle for what’s ours and then we bless
it
When you gone spend it, give a little that to me
Ima hustler so the customer give me exactly what I need
Greed keeps me goin like an energizer bunny
Glutny but they told me stunt g cause it’s all about
the money
I be we’re the blunts be, beachin flowin like an ocean
Keepin dollars up in motion focusin on where I’m goin
Best believe the money blowin, knowin ima make it back
Keep my stacks sky high like my mind on lye sacs
I lie back, thinking bout the future that I’m livin
Tryna help ones with my wealth in stealth you know the
boi be givin
For the paypa ona mission, in this trance it’s tunnel
vision
Givin two directions intersection which the right
decision (tell me that)
