Gettin money was a nigga only option I need six gifts if you want me in concert We’re passing in the mall ’cause I already got it Pop a nigga in the mouth if he wanna be a problem I can’t get that [?] ’cause that bitch rerock I ain’t jumping out that water, it’s already knee high All I know is walk ups, never did a drive by Got a different type of walk when that AP out
I just dropped me a three in ice, sure one cup Lil’ bitch mad at me, I ain’t give one fuck Fill the shoebox up, all hunnids, no ones I sat back for a minute, I wasn’t having no fun You need to try something else, you ain’t have no run On the way to the money, better get you some When I made my own lane, I don’t see you bums I got tired of [?], bought more just because Niggas always hated when you getting all the love Bro snuck his Glock two-three in the club I’m too high to roll up, have her roll my Cookie And don’t waste my time, have my money when you book me Staying woke off the drank ’cause that sleep is for rookies My nigga right here’ll up Glock if you push me All I need is a Fanta and a half ounce of Cookie And them bums around me, I can’t let that shit affect me Spend days on the road and come back and drop a necklace My old heads pop shit, pull up with a Smith & Wesson I ain’t stop getting off, I won’t never get enough Talking down on my name, that’ll have me pulling up If you see me pouring up, boy you bet’ not get a cup Fell in love with the money, it’ll never be enough I was sitting on the porch, I’m just waiting on the truck And I remember everything but I never hold a grudge
Gettin money was a nigga only option I need six gifts if you want me in concert We’re passing in the mall ’cause I already got it Pop a nigga in the mouth if he wanna be a problem I can’t get that [?] ’cause that bitch rerock I ain’t jumping out that water, it’s already knee high All I know is walk ups, never did a drive by Got a different type of walk when that AP out
Shit, I’ma hit the road for the money I might sit back and catch a load for the money Nigga, them lil’ three hour trips ain’t nothing Two trips to the south, I ain’t juuging on the corner Ooh, what I won’t do for the money My lil’ stripper bitch, she get loose for some money Ayy, what she gon’ do for the money It’s gon’ be a homicide if you tryna take my money