Bawl Hard from Bigg Perrm by Psalm One X Custom Made

Bawl Hard - Lyrics



(I’m) Laughing all the way to the bank

But it don’t really feel the same

I just wanna feel okay

Maybe chill on a beach

Really far out the way



We all about the money…((money))

Then we bawl about the money…((money))





VERSE 1:



If money cannot buy you happiness

Why do we try?

These rich niggas sad as a bitch, mane

C’mon, why do we lie?

I swear life get better with paper, yuh

That broke shit is tired

That capitalism is fake, fuck

But everyone buy it



You sent me the zelle

I went straight to the store

On the weekends the farmer’s market

For the culture

I’m treating myself

Til the day that they bury me

Or I go up like some

Lighter with kerosene

Lawd……

Them people Thirsty

Devils eatin

I don’t work

Then I don’t feast

Biden / Trump

Don’t see a difference

Bitch I’m tired

But I’m resisting



Quick to forget the whole mission

Money have em in submission

Pockets is hurting they blistering

Taxes be fuckin no jelly no glycerin

I just be talking the paper be listening

I checked the stats and they want me to spill again

Off in her mouth she want me to reveal again

I stack it up just to know I can

leave again …



P again

Fish and chips, with a view of the sea I’m in

Eat up, man

I got tricks I can show you let freedom ring

Free them kings

I can lead you to water, you drinking man?

Cuz It’s a scam

Aye lemme in so you understand…



HOOK:



(I’m) Laughing all the way to the bank

(But it) I don’t really feel the same

I just wanna feel okay

Maybe chill on a beach

Really far out the way



We all about the money…((money))

Then we bawl about the money…((money))



Yes-sir let them let them see ya sweat

Yes-sir let them let them see ya sweat



VERSE 2:



What are you ready to do for this fetty?

They screw for this fetty

These niggas really act a fool for this fetty

I been without fetty: I’m cool with the fetty

But it’s some shit I wouldn’t do for the fetty

It’s proven it’s deadly

Don’t play with my family don’t play with my currency ,

They got enough in emergency ,

Promise you chill won’t occur to me



You know what Christopher told you,

Money and problems go hand in hand

I need another vacation

But I’ma work out this mega plan

Laughing cuz it’s finna work out right

Failin is simply an oversight

Medium ribeye and Dolemite

I knew the bottom now show me heights

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