(Don't play wit' him)

I love the money like I love strippers
I said "if it don't make no
Money I ain't fucking with it"
I told you "you could have it all
You just gotta' work"
Perfect yo' craft, get off yo' ass
Just show em' what you worth
Before you tell a lie you better
Look me in my eyes
If you fake just tell me now so
When it hit won't be surprised
I'm addicted to the money
I wake up my fingers itching
My wrist 360 but we still 4 tippin'

What, yeah, still in here trippin'
Yeah I still got them digit's
I might catch this nigga slippin'
Too many hoes like I'm pimpin'
What, what, what hope your bitch don't fuck
Around catch you slippin'
Boy you never left the city
Pack then get up with it
That's what your man's said?
Nah can't even go for it
You wanna' piss off but you had no choice
Say you smokin' loud, it don't make phewwww

They say the loudest in the
Room make the least money
But I'm on loud and I just
Ran through a weak hunnid'
My bitch know I'm with the
Shit's like a weak stomach
I got no reason to lie to you
I'ma be honest
In a jam I let it spit, I ain't beat boxin'
If you need it then I got it
I been plug shoppin'
I just fucked this nigga bitch
And took her rug shoppin'
I got it lined around the city
We ain't club hoppin'

I love the money like I love strippers
I said "if it don't make no
Money I ain't fucking with it"
I told you "you could have it all
You just gotta' work"
Perfect yo' craft, get off yo' ass
Just show em' what you worth
Before you tell a lie you better
Look me in my eyes
If you fake just tell me now so
When it hit won't be surprised
I'm addicted to the money
I wake up my fingers itching
My wrist 360 but we still 4 tippin'