I only move for the money We can't talk if it ain't 'bout the cash, ayy Lately, been feelin' like Santa On the North with these poles while I'm droppin' off bags, ayy Yeah, the bitch fine But she can't get in the Sprinter, she ain't come with no ass I was shooting dice in the lunchroom, skippin' that class Sellin' Ziploc just to keep customers glad
Put up that paper and buy me some acres And start me a farm, you know I'm a cash cow Fuck postin' guns, I'm having this cash I'm drippin' this flag, but that's more shit to rap 'bout You not a member, can't come to my trap house I can't hang with these niggas, bitch, I'm bringin' racks out I can't flop, if I do, bitch, I go pull a mask out Give him shells like turtles, heard he hanging with rats now, ayy These niggas rats, sensei I'm on the block, Dikembe, ayy The racks that he flexing, I been made Baby, come fuck with a boss, get your rent paid These niggas stay with they daddy like Dae-Dae Going nuts with this paper, they waitin' on payday Whole lotta money and problems, gettin' used to this shit Stay with my gun like I'm glued to that bitch Won't stop, see an opp, then I'm using this bitch See three of 'em, usually two'll get hit Ayy, tell 'em stop cappin', how true do it get? Nigga, you ain't having no hoes, you ain't shootin' at shit Why get in it? You ain't have nothin' to do with that shit And I'm done talking 'bout it, I'm through with that shit Last ho played me, I'm through with that bitch Jackie Chan, Jet Li how I usually kick, ayy Newborn baby how I usually spit Bitch, I'm selling cubes, got Rubik's and shit Whole lotta money off weed and music, lil' bitch I'm gettin' tired of the opps, what I'ma do with this shit? Ray Lewis how that Drac' usually hit Big pourin' deuces in smoothies and shit Fourteen years old with Rugers and shit Hundred bands on me, still eatin' noodles and shit, let's go
I only move for the money We can't talk if it ain't 'bout the cash, ayy Lately, been feelin' like Santa On the North with these poles while I'm droppin' off bags, ayy Yeah, the bitch fine But she can't get in the Sprinter, she ain't come with no ass I was shooting dice in the lunchroom, skippin' that class Sellin' Ziploc just to keep customers glad, ayy I only move for the money We can't talk if it ain't 'bout the cash, ayy Lately, been feelin' like Santa On the North with these poles while I'm droppin' off bags, ayy Yeah, the bitch fine But she can't get in the Sprinter, she ain't come with no ass I was shooting dice in the lunchroom, skippin' that class Sellin' Ziploc just to keep customers glad
Dumbass, just to keep customers glad, ayy These niggas so broke, they need customers mad Uh, uh, ayy, I'm havin' customers in class Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
