Jimmy Prime - Front Runners lyrics

[Intro: Jimmy Johnson] Yea I love my money Yea I'm baking, selling pies to get rich I can turn five into 6ix Cause I love my money Yea I love my money Turn ten into twenty Turn a dub into forty She in love with woadie She don't f** with jodies Cause I love my money Yea I love my money Turn ten to twenty Turn that dub to forty Cause I love my money Yea I love my money [Verse 1: Jimmy Johnson] And I guess that's why I stay fresher Top notch pimp, get the most not the lesser Keep a nine on my dresser Certified finesser, so now I'm f**in' with them p**nstars Adios to my old broads Muscle on strong like them ol' cars Brick worth a lot like a gold bar Got work, now shorty tryna blow jobs NASCAR Jimmy! I be flexing f** [?] And my shorty still water whippin' I'm just posted like the coastguard Coast to coast like the point guard No flaws swear I go hard Now my bands turned paper, so I gotta keep 'em rubbers Even though my b**h p**y clean She still from the gutter Bad b**h, she my lil' lady lover Now I break bread with her baby brother She stretch all the bu*ter, she cook like no other (She stretch all the bu*ter!) See, I always knew that I need a project b**h (I need a project b**h) Cause a posh b**h won't stick, when your pies don't flip But you know my pies flip! [Hook: Jimmy Johnson] Cause I love my money Yea I love my money (I love it, I love it) Turn ten to twenty (turn ten into twenty) Turn ten to twenty (turn ten into twenty!) Cause I love my money (I love it, I love, I love it [x3]) Yea I love my money Yea I'm baking selling pies to get rich (To get rich!) I can turn five into 6ix (I can turn five into 6ix!) I love it (x18) [Verse 2: Don Meeno] Ain't sh** been the same in the 6ix man Since Drizzy made the whole city famous! (Whole city famous!) Coach put me in the game playing sixth man West end n***a now I'm feelin' like I made it (Like I made it!) I'ma f** around and drop 'bout 80 on the majors Breaking records like I'm Kobe on the Lakers For the record, I was talking 'bout the labels n***a f** it, 'gon park up the Mercedes Lines tapped, they f**ing with the cables Pray to god I don't fall out with my angels Cause Lucifer been promising me favors And I just gave the jesus piece a brand new facial My sense of grind and hustle man that sh** should motivate you Cause I love my money Yea I love my money I love my money Yea I love my money Broke n***a wanna know what my name is Tell him check his girlfriend iPod playlist A lot of haters, a lot of paper Sak pase to my Haitians I got a b**h who only talk Balenciaga's and Margiela's These n***as talking more than cats who work at the car centres Black panamera got me looking like Ozzy Osbourne n***a I'm on, I'm gone, I'm gone [Bridge: Jimmy Johnson] I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone (long gone) I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone (so long gone) I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone (I'm gone!) I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone (Swear to god that I'm gone) [Verse 3: Don Meeno + Jimmy Johnson] I'm whippin' it, like I need me a stretcher [Jimmy Johnson] I'm flippin' it, like my b**h acrobatic [Don Meeno] I'm dippin' in, that brand new fresh Tesla [Jimmy Johnson] The president, I won the election [Don Meeno] Them Benjamin's, I got the connection [Jimmy Johnson] I'm rippin' it, tryna f** me a check up [Don Meeno] I'm hittin' em, applying the pressure [Jimmy Johnson] I'm whippin' it, till I'm done with the extras! [Don Meeno] [Hook: Jimmy Johnson] Cause I love my money, I love my money I love my money, yea I love my money I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it Yea I love my money, you know I love my money [Outro: Don Meeno] Ouu I love this paper! Ouu I love this money! Damn I love the grind! Damn I love this flexing! Yea I love it! I love it! I love it! Damn I love this paper! f** I love this money! I love it! I love it! I love it!...