Ron - Lord Knows lyrics
[Ron - Lord Knows lyrics]
Influenced by kings in Texas
Fours poured whips throwed pros collective
Prometh love she leaning off a message
I just say I like that
Ass sunny side up breakfast
And I'm hoping I never fall in love
She probably find another nigga if I open up
Don't get me twisted I ain't like
Them niggas that be pouting
I can throw my feelings out and
Get you wetter than a fountain
Then get on these tracks and
Spit that crack rock mountain
The whole fam hustle ain't
Never had an allowance
No disrespect I'm telling you
What's real over here
And if you niggas real me
And my niggas bout it
But, I ain't rally into violence
Plotting to get that cash that's what
I'm doing when I'm quiet
I bring your girl along she
Can count them thousands
If money the root of evil
Well call me satan's accountant (I swear)
We chasing cash making a living
Die for this money man I'm
Trying make a killing
Please don't get offended I
Don't need no drama
I'mma always miss her but I'm
Never miss a dollar
And she's looking for fame
Strutting in that Prada
And I need a future actress or a future model
And they saying it's more money more problems
I don't think money got a
Twitter but watch I follow
My wallet and her mind in my back pocket
Sit on it as the crack the
Seal of that bottle tropic
Money and this girl I thought
I loved is our topic
She was my beautiful monster
Nigga the lovely lochness
But the night is young we getting
Old you can't believe it
Shining so much make Stevie Wonder
Wonder and see it
I do it for my city don't ask why
Just know I wrote Hammond and 212 on the sky
(Now look up)
Fours poured whips throwed pros collective
Prometh love she leaning off a message
I just say I like that
Ass sunny side up breakfast
And I'm hoping I never fall in love
She probably find another nigga if I open up
Don't get me twisted I ain't like
Them niggas that be pouting
I can throw my feelings out and
Get you wetter than a fountain
Then get on these tracks and
Spit that crack rock mountain
The whole fam hustle ain't
Never had an allowance
No disrespect I'm telling you
What's real over here
And if you niggas real me
And my niggas bout it
But, I ain't rally into violence
Plotting to get that cash that's what
I'm doing when I'm quiet
I bring your girl along she
Can count them thousands
If money the root of evil
Well call me satan's accountant (I swear)
We chasing cash making a living
Die for this money man I'm
Trying make a killing
Please don't get offended I
Don't need no drama
I'mma always miss her but I'm
Never miss a dollar
And she's looking for fame
Strutting in that Prada
And I need a future actress or a future model
And they saying it's more money more problems
I don't think money got a
Twitter but watch I follow
My wallet and her mind in my back pocket
Sit on it as the crack the
Seal of that bottle tropic
Money and this girl I thought
I loved is our topic
She was my beautiful monster
Nigga the lovely lochness
But the night is young we getting
Old you can't believe it
Shining so much make Stevie Wonder
Wonder and see it
I do it for my city don't ask why
Just know I wrote Hammond and 212 on the sky
(Now look up)