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Ok I can't buck my tough luck
Just upchucked my damn lunch
And dipped the f*ck up, out fore they made me wash the dishes
Can't afford the check, till my bets make me business
If I don't pay the bookie I'll be swimming with the fishes
I risked it, I chanced it, my eggs in two baskets
It's gon' take years if they ever get to hatching
Got debts and finances, despite my work ethic
The banks the only one that gives me credit
Plus I got a girl that I gotta impress with dates
Another girl with expensive taste
And none of them ever say "let me pay"
Can't f*ck wit em if you got empty plates
In the city of Miami, what you expect?
Where you pay for sex, with extra steps
Expensive clothes, shape up, new car
With a made up job that don't make no sense (Ha!)
Boy you ain't motherf*cking brilliant
Father please, may I please, pray I make a million
So I don't have to stress about finessing all the time
And I can spend on dimes instead of smoking dimes

Money's the motive
Motive for the madness
If you don't agree, that because you don't have it
Stunting when you know you broke is a habit
Stunting when you aint got nothing is a habit
Money's the motive
Motive for the madness
Up up and away with the money for my taxes
Stunting when you aint got nothing is a habit
Can't secure the bag without the baggage

I'm tryna post up (Can I please?)
Smoke up (Wait a minute)
Hol up, what's in my motherf*cking wallet!?
Post up (I need to)
Smoke up (Can I please?)
Hol up, there ain't no money in my pocket
Post up (Can I please?)
Smoke up (Wait a minute)
Hol up, what's in my motherf*cking wallet!?
Post up (I need to)
Smoke up (Can I please?)
Hol up, there ain't no money in my pocket

Martha, taught me everything I know
Martha, taught me how to do blow
I used to tell my dealer I would pay him back tomorrow
But I'm stressed, cause I got the IRS on notice
My pockets light like McCauley Culkin
Empty like a home alone and yeah, my pockets noticed
Yeah my niggas notice, but my bitches don't know this
Paid the check and gave her tip, ain't that shit a bonus?
I just got a notice about unpaid shit important
My bankroll been ignoring so I hope they don't foreclose it
Cause I f*ck foreign bitches on the floor, they imported
Currency exchange, I think I can afford it
I got an empty bank account, but a loaded nine milly
That'll solve your problems in a minute
Made me run out of hundreds, so now I'm throwing fifties
Ain't that a bitch, how I go broke over some titties

Post up (Can I please?)
Smoke up (Wait a minute)
Hol up, what's in my motherf*cking wallet!?
Post up (I need to)
Smoke up (Can I please?)
Hol up, there ain't no money in my pocket
Post up (Can I please?)
Smoke up (Wait a minute)
Hol up, what's in my motherf*cking wallet!?
Post up (I need to)
Smoke up (Can I please?)
Hol up, there ain't no money in my pocket
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Ok I can't buck my tough luck
Just upchucked my damn lunch
And dipped the f*ck up, out fore they made me wash the dishes
Can't afford the check, till my bets make me business
If I don't pay the bookie I'll be swimming with the fishes
I risked it, I chanced it, my eggs in two baskets
It's gon' take years if they ever get to hatching
Got debts and finances, despite my work ethic
The banks the only one that gives me credit
Plus I got a girl that I gotta impress with dates
Another girl with expensive taste
And none of them ever say "let me pay"
Can't f*ck wit em if you got empty plates
In the city of Miami, what you expect?
Where you pay for sex, with extra steps
Expensive clothes, shape up, new car
With a made up job that don't make no sense (Ha!)
Boy you ain't motherf*cking brilliant
Father please, may I please, pray I make a million
So I don't have to stress about finessing all the time
And I can spend on dimes instead of smoking dimes

Money's the motive
Motive for the madness
If you don't agree, that because you don't have it
Stunting when you know you broke is a habit
Stunting when you aint got nothing is a habit
Money's the motive
Motive for the madness
Up up and away with the money for my taxes
Stunting when you aint got nothing is a habit
Can't secure the bag without the baggage

I'm tryna post up (Can I please?)
Smoke up (Wait a minute)
Hol up, what's in my motherf*cking wallet!?
Post up (I need to)
Smoke up (Can I please?)
Hol up, there ain't no money in my pocket
Post up (Can I please?)
Smoke up (Wait a minute)
Hol up, what's in my motherf*cking wallet!?
Post up (I need to)
Smoke up (Can I please?)
Hol up, there ain't no money in my pocket

Martha, taught me everything I know
Martha, taught me how to do blow
I used to tell my dealer I would pay him back tomorrow
But I'm stressed, cause I got the IRS on notice
My pockets light like McCauley Culkin
Empty like a home alone and yeah, my pockets noticed
Yeah my niggas notice, but my bitches don't know this
Paid the check and gave her tip, ain't that shit a bonus?
I just got a notice about unpaid shit important
My bankroll been ignoring so I hope they don't foreclose it
Cause I f*ck foreign bitches on the floor, they imported
Currency exchange, I think I can afford it
I got an empty bank account, but a loaded nine milly
That'll solve your problems in a minute
Made me run out of hundreds, so now I'm throwing fifties
Ain't that a bitch, how I go broke over some titties

Post up (Can I please?)
Smoke up (Wait a minute)
Hol up, what's in my motherf*cking wallet!?
Post up (I need to)
Smoke up (Can I please?)
Hol up, there ain't no money in my pocket
Post up (Can I please?)
Smoke up (Wait a minute)
Hol up, what's in my motherf*cking wallet!?
Post up (I need to)
Smoke up (Can I please?)
Hol up, there ain't no money in my pocket
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Writer: Diego Gonzalez, Vincent Zaragozi
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