Texty:
Flame Money

youth that sell drugs for the love of money Even internet scandals for the love of money Even basketball handles for the love of money Pure passion is clashin' with the love of money

out wild out Wild out waka flaka wild out young money bricksquad young money [Chorus:] Young money brick squad [x2] Young money [x3] Brick squad Young money

youth that sell drugs for the love of money Even internet scandals for the love of money Even basketball handles for the love of money Pure passion is clashin' with the love of money

haters I know G4 pilots on a first name basis In your city faded off the brown, Nino She insists she got more class, we know Swimming in the money come

do and always ran it A lot to gain when I say I'm off the chain The shit I spit...burn flames Who's controllin' this I can make the bitches grin 'cause I get money

'mon) We tryin' to be rich before we all stop breathin' Then fall we kinda hustle lanes (What) Stay layin' down on muscle games (C'mon) Still turn niggaz dreams to flames

for cold feet she too bad to pass, so fine I dont speak I tell her my name Jermaine, I'm tryna be lowkey she tell me I go that flame, your rhymes are

We're the ones with the flame (Yeah) We're the fire that remains (Turn Rell up a little bit) We're controllin' the game from now on (Huh) Yeah! It's

that I go, I got people I know Who got people they know, so I suggest you lay low I'm still on top of the game Still droppin' flames, still cock and