Huh JUIXE
The same hoes used to sneak diss me
Oh now they on my dick
Bitch you crazy think I'm a trick
Spend all my money on my fit
And I ain't tryna go on a two-man
'Cause I need a house to move this brick
Oh he a lick cool
Sick baby girl on em to get em out his kit
I might got the love for it
But I would never trust no bitch
Ain't gotta ask me if I'm ready
Before the movie I read my script
Brain wrapped around a dollar
No time to think about a bitch
Auntie coming down off the high
Give her an imaginary itch
Feel like I'm already at the top
But I'm only off by a inch
You treat me like the last option
I'ma leave you when I get rich
I'm still picking up gang
The reason I ain't jump off the bench
I'd rather be chilling with my money
Than me hanging out with a bitch
To her I might be worth nothing
But this AP cost some shit
Could've made it out on the field
But I was forced to use my wrist
I was supposed to be a straight student
Too busy rolling out the zip
I stopped busting out of grams
'Cause I can get more from off of Nick
The hustleman's mentality
I get the shit from my Uncle Nick
Picking up gang from Uncle Rick
Still f*cking hoes like Uncle Rich not riding around with the dread hair
'Cause I brought the OGs in this bitch
F1ashyjuixe13 - Money motivation Lyrics
F1ashyjuixe13 - Money motivation Lyrics
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Huh JUIXE
The same hoes used to sneak diss me
Oh now they on my dick
Bitch you crazy think I'm a trick
Spend all my money on my fit
And I ain't tryna go on a two-man
'Cause I need a house to move this brick
Oh he a lick cool
Sick baby girl on em to get em out his kit
I might got the love for it
But I would never trust no bitch
Ain't gotta ask me if I'm ready
Before the movie I read my script
Brain wrapped around a dollar
No time to think about a bitch
Auntie coming down off the high
Give her an imaginary itch
Feel like I'm already at the top
But I'm only off by a inch
You treat me like the last option
I'ma leave you when I get rich
I'm still picking up gang
The reason I ain't jump off the bench
I'd rather be chilling with my money
Than me hanging out with a bitch
To her I might be worth nothing
But this AP cost some shit
Could've made it out on the field
But I was forced to use my wrist
I was supposed to be a straight student
Too busy rolling out the zip
I stopped busting out of grams
'Cause I can get more from off of Nick
The hustleman's mentality
I get the shit from my Uncle Nick
Picking up gang from Uncle Rick
Still f*cking hoes like Uncle Rich not riding around with the dread hair
'Cause I brought the OGs in this bitch
The same hoes used to sneak diss me
Oh now they on my dick
Bitch you crazy think I'm a trick
Spend all my money on my fit
And I ain't tryna go on a two-man
'Cause I need a house to move this brick
Oh he a lick cool
Sick baby girl on em to get em out his kit
I might got the love for it
But I would never trust no bitch
Ain't gotta ask me if I'm ready
Before the movie I read my script
Brain wrapped around a dollar
No time to think about a bitch
Auntie coming down off the high
Give her an imaginary itch
Feel like I'm already at the top
But I'm only off by a inch
You treat me like the last option
I'ma leave you when I get rich
I'm still picking up gang
The reason I ain't jump off the bench
I'd rather be chilling with my money
Than me hanging out with a bitch
To her I might be worth nothing
But this AP cost some shit
Could've made it out on the field
But I was forced to use my wrist
I was supposed to be a straight student
Too busy rolling out the zip
I stopped busting out of grams
'Cause I can get more from off of Nick
The hustleman's mentality
I get the shit from my Uncle Nick
Picking up gang from Uncle Rick
Still f*cking hoes like Uncle Rich not riding around with the dread hair
'Cause I brought the OGs in this bitch
Writer: Jordan Armstrong
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid