Conejo I Need Money Lyrics

What's up homie, I just got out the joint
(is that right) You ready to do this
Alright, gotta get my feria ese
211 in progress
I ain't going back homie

The world is a ghetto waiting to explode
Filled with wicked women telling fortunes that will
fold
So let no one, get you down
In addition get a vision makes me hold it down
Formulate the program, stipulate the prism
Special thoughts, equivalent to wisdom
Yield to get more point blank eradicate
Hit so quick, couldn't catch it in ah frame
Damn, I used to be a stick up kick
So I think of all the crimen and the jales I did
I got this far, cus I had a fatal hustle
To back my plate, yes I had a fatal muscle
I reach for the avix then I tax the silence
I captivate the crowd when I speak my violence
Elimination, ese terminate these games
Anticipate the worst stand back and refrain

[Chorus]
I need money, I used to be ah stick up kid
So I think of all the crimen and the jales I did
I need money, I used to be ah stick up kid
So I think of all the crimen and the jales I did
I need money, I used to be ah stick up kid
So I think of all the crimen and the jales I did
I need money, I used to be ah stick up kid
So I think of all the crimen and the jales I did

I grew up and I came up in the West part of Los
Putas, drogas, enemigas hit the floor
Shots were random, so access permitted Everyone is fully packing, so no one knew who did it
Now that I'm older ese now that I'm bolder
No longer I'm ah pawn I'm ah heavyweight soldier
Composure, is something that is kept
Something that is done when you live by the gun
Then damn, the shots went bang
It wasn't planned this way, just meet my demands
And, things will go smooth
I hope that I am heard, I hope I'm understood
Where's the muthuf*cking coca
And all of the feria, from selling all them rocas
In las calles, is the Wild West
Bullets penetrating, right through the vato's vest

[Chorus]
I need money, I used to be ah stick up kid
So I think of all the crimen and the jales I did
I need money, I used to be ah stick up kid
So I think of all the crimen and the jales I did
I need money, I used to be ah stick up kid
So I think of all the crimen and the jales I did
I need money, I used to be ah stick up kid
So I think of all the crimen and the jales I did

You gotta know what you're doing
Three strikes ain't no joke
My mind's f*cking with me perro
Ain't no coming home after that
I know what you're talking about, que no
That's right

I need money, I used to be ah stick up kid
So I think of all the crimen and the jales I did
I need money, I used to be ah stick up kid
So I think of all the crimen and the jales I did

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