Conejo - I Need Money lyrics

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Conejo - I Need Money lyrics

[Intro- Dialougue] What's up homey, I just got out the joint Is that right? You ready to do this? Yeah, homie Alright Let me get feria ese 211 in progress I ain't going back homie [Verse 1] 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 ghetto 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 the frame Damn, I used to be a stick up kid So I think of all the crimen and the jales I did I got this far, cause 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 a stick up kid So I think of all the crimen and the jales I did I need money, I used to be a stick up kid So I think of all the crimen and the jales I did I need money, I used to be a stick up kid So I think of all the crimen and the jales I did I need money, I used to be a stick up kid So I think of all the crimen and the jales I did [Verse 2] I grew up and I came up in the West part of Los Putas, rogas, locas, enemigas get 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 am I a pawn, I'm a heavyweight soldier Composure is something that is kept Something that is done when you live by the gun Get down, the shots went bang It wasn't planned this way, just meet my demand And things will go smooth I hope that I am heard, I hope I'm understood Where's the motherf**ing c**a All of the feria from selling all them drogas En las calles it's the Wild West Bullets penetrating right through the vato's vest [Chorus] [Verse 3] You gotta know what you're doing Three strikes ain't no joke My mind's f**ing 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 a stick up kid So I think of all the crimen and the jales I did I need money, I used to be a stick up kid So I think of all the crimen and the jales I did [Dialouge] This Conejo right here Where the mic remains homie Yo controlo You know the way it's going down The return Check it out I need money, I used to be a stick up kid So I think of all the crimen and the jales I did This goes out to all the vatos out there doing tiempo Murder robbery Q-Vo