Im gettin money so she Wanna fuck wit me She Want Me to get in her tummy
I keep a look out be the hoes With the "brothers" that try To play you like a dummy
Might get her Popeyes it Could even be some Wendy's But you gettin nothin else From me
Any nigga say they past me It's a lie or maybe the nigga Got lucky
And I like em cocoa lemme Get that break her shi like a KitKat
Know a nigga from cross Town call me cause shorty Just wanna go get back
The money ain't short over Here don't play you check In My stash big fat
And we with the bull shit not The chit chat Do you not understand That?
Look innem songs don't Really think mother fuckas Be hearing my lyrics
Awe you leaving again?
Now I don't care, cause like lil Bitch is you serious?
That lil hoe nasty now you Bloody cause she let you hit On her period
I'm in my hood just flew past Yours it look like you don't Even be in it (frrt) A light he saw and wind That's what he heard
She aint tryna trust me don't know why lil T stand on his word Bein rich that's all that Matter if you gon live here on Earth
And we got shook real Bad we come right out that dirt
Really was starvin FaceTime Now Me now I prolly got gourmet Regular
All it take is a cold bar and A Couple K's bet its really gon Shut em up Aim it at his direction Make it chew em up treat his ass Like A edible
Bro crazy he come through Go brazy shorty really like A Animal Jail time ain't shit to him as Long as he come home
I loose my mind when shit Get Tough I damn near broke my Phone My 3rd album I been grinding Did this on my own
I save my own bread too Stubborn to try to go get me A loan Coulda been on shark tank She left my heart sank
Do this for moms sake
I know they love this way Don't get it confused it still Get dumb so shorty don't get Out yo place Im gettin money but look At My age they look for a reason To hate
Done broke my door I bail out Whip to make sho that we Don't crash How u call me yo brudda but Leave me for dead we coulda Fought back wit yo soft ass
But it's all coo you prove yo Lotalty then that ain't shit I Won't brag You play in my face I danced In yours so bitch it's yo fault That we both mad
You know you nasty So don't Try can't let that shit get Past me Wit meechie gang and all They allies that's where all That cash be
And im gettin money but What you gettin? Nothin you Broke and ashy Fuck all them people who left Me stranded I had to say that Lastly
Im gettin money so she Wanna fuck wit me She Want Me to get in her tummyI keep a look out be the hoes With the "brothers" that try To play you like a dummy
Might get her Popeyes it Could even be some Wendy's But you gettin nothin else From me Any nigga say they past me It's a lie or maybe the nigga Got lucky
And I like em cocoa lemme Get that break her shi like a KitKat Know a nigga from cross Town call me cause shorty Just wanna go get back
The money ain't short over Here don't play you check In My stash big fatAnd we with the bull shit not The chit chat
Do you not understand That?