AirOnes - Jim Jones, Ryder

Sink’s filled with dirty dishes

Yawntin' all this money in my dirty kitchen

All this all this all this money keep on sackin' up (stackin' up)

Money machines count it then I wrap it up

(Cha-ching) All this money keep on sackin' up (stackin' up)

Money machines count it then I wrap it up

Grindin' hard just to pay the rent

Poke me so they can make a sense

Fuck it any time, piece I make a rent

It’s a job that I’m workin' on a niggas stretches

Spilled my blood and tears in these streets

My bitch I s as erotic, face is sweaty

Let me catch you slippin' that you place your bets

Get 'er on the all and play for sex

This just to see that my pocket’s swollen

Stacks, stick it in tires

IA7 is my road to riches, got road description (it's fire)

Move up in the chump then a nigga shiver up

When I pull in the dunk with the riders

Fully automatic, full of static

If a nigga wanna have it I’m a hit it with the fire

Wutchu niggas really know about that?

Grindin' on things he calls stats

Livin' with your home cause my house packed

My mom would get it, have it all, have it bounced back

Back stabbin', never been about that

Black ratchet bearin' come about that

I whip a child, I beat my case

25k and I bounce back

It would be a bloody murder

It’s on the beat but they punch they burgers

A hundred deep in the crowd, we turnt up

Fuckin' freaks with the smutch would burn ya

Real niggas that shoot for me

Gotta kill niggas for they shoe money

10k and that’s true money

They talkin' bricks they packin', that’s too funny

I be grindin' hard in my AirOnes (AirOnes)

How these niggas gangstas when they shared guns?

(shared guns)

Sink’s filled with dirty dishes

Yawntin' all this money in my dirty kitchen

All this all this all this money keep on sackin' up (stackin' up)

Money machines count it then I wrap it up

(Cha-ching) All this money keep on sackin' up (stackin' up)

Money machines count it then I wrap it up

I’ve been grindin' hard since like the '90 somethin'

Get money fuckin' hoes or call me stuntin'

Take you fritz with some major chicks

Big full arm will waste the shit

Money, guns, ice glowin'

Hold up to show how my night was goin'

Imagine now how my life is goin'

The bitch on one, all night she rollin'

Scuffle kicks that need a new pair

That time the minister bought 2 pair

Just like we ball when I drop my top

Man you niggas know this a new year

Vamp all night when the day here

All week then a nigga make 8 flips

That’s one more dim a seven day shift

I grind hard like the lake rish

All my ladies goin' down the drain

To the learn how to cook 2 pounds of 'caine

Swear to God that I felt my lane

So my niggas called 22 counts of 'caine

Damn, I swear to God it gets scary then (Spooky!)

When I see the feds I get scared of them

I be grindin' hard in my AirOnes (AirOnes)

How these niggas gangstas when they shared guns?

(shared guns)

Sink’s filled with dirty dishes

Yawntin' all this money in my dirty kitchen

All this all this all this money keep on sackin' up (stackin' up)

Money machines count it then I wrap it up

(Cha-ching) All this money keep on sackin' up (stackin' up)

Money machines count it then I wrap it up