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finally - scion919 lyrics

so this is what the f*ck they want, huh
that’s what it comes down to, right
that’s all they do is f*ckin’ hate
okay

finally, i arrived
it’s been so long
with money in the bag i’ve been so gone
somewhere on a yacht
plotting all the things i got
since i been on this grind
i know my money won’t stop
finally, i arrived
it’s been so long
with money in the bag i’ve been so gone
somewhere on a yacht
plotting all the things i got
since i been on this grind
i know my money won’t stop

more better
get more cheddar
i hear these n*ggas talkin’ but
i’m just like whatever
united i stand, divided i fall
it’s funny how the monеy
overrides that all
fist fights, shootouts
survived that all
whilе they was d*ck ridin’
or won’t riding at all
every week was poppin’ live shoppin’
up in the mall
dominicans, rican chics
i ran through them all
while they was hatin’ me
i was havin’ a ball
now you got a n*gga rollin’ now
laughin’ at y’all
how i stood on my own two
and did the unthinkable
and locked my city down
you mention raleigh
n*ggas think of who
me, and it only gets better
money over everything
flip more cheddar
ever since i was a kid
i been a real go*getter
yeah and i ain’t worried bout no n*gga
finally, i arrived
it’s been so long
with money in the bag i’ve been so gone
somewhere on a yacht
plotting all the things i got
since i been on this grind
i know my money won’t stop
finally, i arrived
it’s been so long
with money in the bag i’ve been so gone
somewhere on a yacht
plotting all the things i got
since i been on this grind
i know my money won’t stop

wood, grain, interior
with the sick leather
my paint so sl!ck
it’s like it’s drippin’ off the metal
tell a hater, eat a d*ck
if he can’t get up on my level
made moves with the devil
did dirt with shovel
iced out bezels
they ain’t even my st**ze
i got a puerto rican mommy
hair down to her knees
that be bringin’ in that good sh*t
straight from belize
yeah
i’m burnin’ it down
she shootin’ the breeze
n*gga f*ckin’ with the dogs
you gon’ come up with fleas
yeah, street dreams
are made of these
b*tches on their knees
for n*ggas with big cheese
pocket full of money
fresh j’s or nikes
with a ny fitted and a ill white tee
that’s right
it ain’t too many n*ggas out here real like me
it won’t cost you a thing
you can die for free
put your middle fingers up
if you feel like me
finally, i arrived
it’s been so long
with money in the bag i’ve been so gone
somewhere on a yacht
plotting all the things i got
since i been on this grind
i know my money won’t stop
finally, i arrived
it’s been so long
with money in the bag i’ve been so gone
somewhere on a yacht
plotting all the things i got
since i been on this grind
i know my money won’t stop
finally, i arrived
it’s been so long
with money in the bag i’ve been so gone
somewhere on a yacht
plotting all the things i got
since i been on this grind
i know my money won’t stop
finally, i arrived
it’s been so long
with money in the bag i’ve been so gone
somewhere on a yacht
plotting all the things i got
since i been on this grind
i know my money won’t stop

- scion919 lyrics

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