digital money - jimmy prime lyrics
[verse 1]
she don’t wan’ f-ck for the minimum
she just tryna f-ck with some criminals
mobsters and bosses and generals
she not tryna give up that na-na-na-na
for no free na-ni-na
open your eyes and start freeing your mind
would you try make a mil off of retail
shed the details on real detail
run up the digital money
gotta keep checking the email
where’s the females?
too much g mails
pull up the bag on you dumbos
bands too big for my pants they on jumbo
skinny jeans with the ripped holes
think they rick owens, i got so many
i don’ sold plenty, i don’ pour plenty
split my soul plenty
all for your loyalty
the family all royalty
put my daughter in christian dior
gotta keep all ten toes to the floor
i always knew i wanted more
jimmy the young bleeding bull
jimmy the young bleeding bull
[chorus]
don’t you know i try
don’t you know how i
care so much i die
need you by my side
don’t you know i try
don’t you know how i
care so much i die
need you by my side
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