919 PO-BOY - FALLEN ANGEL Lyrics

(Whoa whoa whoa)
(Whoa whoa)
(Whoa whoa)

Looking like an angel
But you fallen
Money making machine
I know that music
Be my calling
Everyone at everyone's
Throats somebody pause it

Everyone be tryna sell dope
Outta the closet
(Closet)

Looking like an angel
But you fallen
Money making machine
I know that music
Be my calling
Everyone at everyone's
Throats somebody pause it
Everyone be tryna sell dope
Outta the closet

Everyone be tryna sell dope
Outta the closet
Penny wise I'm making them float
They jaws be dropping

I just put my team on my back
While y'all be flopping
Tryna find a bitch on the road
Should I just cop it
Finally got a bitch on the road
I might just drop it
All these other pussies some clones
They tryna copy
Nothin gonna stop me you know
They do it sloppy
Know it takes some time
to get
known
known
known

So I'm staying focused
I'm still I'm toking
Ride round we be poking
Say you they goat
But no one noticed

Looking like an angel
But you fallen
Money making machine
I know that music
Be my calling
Everyone at everyone's
Throats somebody pause it
Everyone be tryna sell dope
Outta the closet

Looking like an angel
But you fallen
Money making machine
I know that music
Be my calling
Everyone at everyone's
Throats somebody pause it
Everyone be tryna sell dope
Outta the closet

Say you want the beef and the smoke
But then you coughing
Know I'm sending death in a note
You in a coffin
I met a new girl
On the road
Old girl still stalking
And she talking
Why you talking bout me?
Imma get that money
Only talking for a fee
Imma get that money
Only rapping for a fee
Tryna get that cheese
Know I need my green

Know I need my
Green green green
Know I need my
Green green green

Know I need my green
Know I need my green

23 on me
Feel like a king
I need a ring

Looking like an angel
But you fallen
Money making machine
I know that music
Be my calling
Everyone at everyone's
Throats somebody pause it
Everyone be tryna sell dope
Outta the closet

Looking like an angel
But you fallen
Money making machine
I know that music
Be my calling
Everyone at everyone's
Throats somebody pause it
Everyone be tryna sell dope
Outta the closet
(Alright lemme hear how that sounds)