Money Over Fallouts

Album: Daystar (2020)
Charted: 97
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  • It's one of the crazier stories we've heard of, guys (I know)
    As it's unfolding it's like
    Fuck Tory Lanez, okay? Now, I'm from Houston, and he's from, bro
    And to think the whole night unfolded on social media
    You are the alleged shooter of Megan Thee Stallion
    Instagram, in the pool with Kylie Jenner
    Was she backtracking with what she said originally?
    You know, maybe that's why we don't have a report
    Donkey of the day
    Some bitches tryna take up for Tory and
    "It's more to the story," bitch, it ain't, it ain't nothing to the story
    Tory Lanez not allowed in a lot of things
    At the very least he's gon' get deported to Canada
    Donkey of the day for Friday August 21st goes to Daystar Peterson
    So they got pulled over and she had been shot already, great
    Well, hold up though
    Donkey of the Day
    He's looking at the police and then shot her?
    Niggas like that, you a sucker, he's the king sucker
    He's the, he's the biggest sucker in the industry (facts)
    We gotta talk about Tory Lanez and Megan Thee Stallion
    Kaash is looking for you, dawg
    Because the police came out saying, "We didn't even know she was shot"
    Guess who I believe? Megan
    The best thing for Tory Lanez is for real, he needs to just begone

    I'm done with this, you gotta know the truth

    Ayy, they rather see me in the cell
    Like how he posted out with thirty thousand dollar bail?
    I'm the GOAT, y'all niggas know I made that dope float on the scale
    I had them hoes goin' crazy, fiends crackin', goin' pale
    They know I'm real, I got that flow, it's on sale if you need a rush
    Coke blowin' out my fiend's nose like the speaker bussed
    Ho caught me D'd up, talk down, we T'ing up
    Megan people tryna frame me for a shootin'
    But them boys ain't clean enough
    I see how they teamin' up, watchin' and I'm calculatin'
    Gotta keep it quiet, I can't jeopardize the outcome waitin'
    Seein' certain niggas hatin', like, how this nigga hatin'?
    I done gave these people so much features, made these niggas famous
    They was on the blog sayin' I'm canceled from this entertainment
    I was on that Spotify like thirty million monthly listeners, I'm fuckin' goin' crazy
    And my fans support me brazy, everythin' I do is for you, I promise I'll be on it daily
    I got nothin' but love to spread, but niggas hate me
    Hurt my heart to see them Twitter fingers come from Kehlani's and Kaash page's
    But I flipped the switch, I'm grippin' money at that fast pay
    And don't ask me for shit when it get real, that's my last favor
    Can't cry now 'cause I'ma laugh later
    Girl, you had the nerve to write that statement on that affidavit
    Knowin' I ain't do it but I'm comin' at my truest
    Tryna keep this shit two hunnid with you, shorty, I can't prove it
    But them people in yo' ear, they the true ones that I fear
    They really got you thinkin' Tory Lanez would do you in, for real
    Don't forget you was my bitch, I held it down and kept it real
    I would never paint no fake picture of you just for some mills
    And I thought that you was solid too, but look at how you doin' me
    Look at how you doin' me, people tryna ruin me
    And what's even worse is I'm still thinkin' about you and me
    How you goin' live my birthday with all your jewelry to try to make some fool of me?
    But I love you hard so I'm gon' cool it, B
    'Cause I was coolin' right where cupid be, that was a stupid me
    Somehow I'm still down to renegotiate the unity
    My heart is some foolery, this shit is just confusin' me
    I'm goin' through these phases, but I gotta stack that paper
    And the real estate niggas hatin', took me off that application
    But when they took that from me, they really took that from my baby
    What the fuck I'm finna say to his old lady?
    What the fuck y'all mean, my son don't need a house?
    My baby momma don't need safety?
    And even though I got the payment, the real estate niggas still hatin'
    'Cause he watchin' me all on the news, but I ain't charged with no cases
    Say the owner say my case is lookin' crazy, how the fuck that even make sense?
    New times turn to past tense
    All I want is straight cash, niggas say I lack sense
    Star player, hearin' lies comin' from the back bench
    Kill or be killed, that's the reason I don't have friends
    Niggas lyin' on the crodie, niggas sayin' I'm deported
    Oh, now I'm 5'3"? Niggas sayin' I'm a shorty
    But lil' bitch I'm 5'7", money on me side-steppin'
    And if I stand on my wallet, you can see my thighs in Heaven
    One Umbrella gang and when we come back, don't you try reppin'
    'Fore I let these niggas breathe, I gotta teach a couple lessons
    Gotta see a couple questions
    How the fuck you get shot in your foot, don't hit no bones or tendons?
    How the fuck your team is tryna paint me as some whole menace?
    I just lost like ten million dollars because this cold business
    But I got like ten million followers that's gon' roll with me
    Fans that support me 'cause they know my heart
    So I don't give a damn if shorty know Jigga
    I was taught to beat the block
    Eeny, meeny, miney in these streets, and so my Nina cocked
    Niggas, y'all can play me, y'all can frame me, but I'ma reach the top
    I would never put you in no danger, and if I did
    You would've said it when you seen the cops
    Ayy, Lamborghini bands and they comin' out the floor
    Fff, hit the fan when I'm pullin' out the dough, oh
    I would never fall out with niggas over hoes
    Ayy, money over fall outs, my nigga, that's the code, oh
    Santorini bands when I pull up to the coast
    Better have my bands when I pull up to the door, oh
    Niggas can't believe I done pulled up in a Ghost
    And I don't ever wanna fuck with y'all no more, G
    I got bad bitches tryna have a orgy
    Keep umbrellas for the days it get stormy
    I pour the Henny for my niggas, that's before me
    My outfit fly, you gotta seat out by the floor seats
    She tatted me all on her face 'cause she adore me
    They talkin' petty 'bout me but they lookin' corny
    I had to fight for mine, nigga, you was sworn in
    And God bless me when I wake up every mornin' Writer/s: Daystar Peterson
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management
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