Ayy, shut up, Tini made this one
Uh, Uh
Ayy
Money don't make you real but it sure make you feel better
Told the gang, "I want him dead", do something to make me feel better
Losing my focus tryna handle beef
Everybody gangster 'til it's time to pull up a check
Now them f*ck niggas act like they don't wanna eat
Gotta dot my I's and cross my T's
Lemon squeeze all in my tea
I want a nigga to think I'm sweet
Pillow talkin to these hoes (?) gon push up on me
Nigga play and he gon' die (uh)
Put it on my momma, he gon' leak
Can't leave the crib without that iron, you know my denim keep a crease
550 for the zitty, if you buy two, I throw you three
I always knew the turtle win the race, ain't mind startin' off in last
Heard them f*ck niggas, they ain't wanna front me, they flat, sittin' on they ass
I turnt the 7 to 10 b's, won't front my motion 'cause they knowin'
Them same hoes that ain't wanna go, I got all them bitches goin'
300 grand my wrist, got it off the block, got it off the bricks
If she can't up a dub or better then she ain't my bitch, keep her out my mix
Road runnin', know I'm having old money
Niggas cappin' bout that motion, they ain't never stole nothing
Dick to dick, tryna ride the wave, I swear these niggas pole jumpin'
If you green, then I'm gon' tax you, better act like you know something
Love that scale, know that's my favorite bitch
You want this shit, you gotta get up off yo ass to get a bag, you gotta take a risk
I'm really having, Money Making Mitch
Never been on that friendly shit, I ain't even much trying to be in a nigga mix
Whatever it take, know I'm gon' make it happen
Whether I'm in the booth spittin', rappin, or I'm in the trap getting off the packets nigga
Real bagger, know I love cheese
I can't put nothing before that money especially not no bitch, hoe, you could gone leave
Phone swingin', jumping off the meter
I know this shit here bubble red or however you want it having real ether
Hard or soft, I'm having real ether
Ayy, hit the trap, you tryna score, you know I got it, havin' real ether
(Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
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Ayy, shut up, Tini made this one
Uh, Uh
Ayy
Money don't make you real but it sure make you feel better
Told the gang, "I want him dead", do something to make me feel better
Losing my focus tryna handle beef
Everybody gangster 'til it's time to pull up a check
Now them f*ck niggas act like they don't wanna eat
Gotta dot my I's and cross my T's
Lemon squeeze all in my tea
I want a nigga to think I'm sweet
Pillow talkin to these hoes (?) gon push up on me
Nigga play and he gon' die (uh)
Put it on my momma, he gon' leak
Can't leave the crib without that iron, you know my denim keep a crease
550 for the zitty, if you buy two, I throw you three
I always knew the turtle win the race, ain't mind startin' off in last
Heard them f*ck niggas, they ain't wanna front me, they flat, sittin' on they ass
I turnt the 7 to 10 b's, won't front my motion 'cause they knowin'
Them same hoes that ain't wanna go, I got all them bitches goin'
300 grand my wrist, got it off the block, got it off the bricks
If she can't up a dub or better then she ain't my bitch, keep her out my mix
Road runnin', know I'm having old money
Niggas cappin' bout that motion, they ain't never stole nothing
Dick to dick, tryna ride the wave, I swear these niggas pole jumpin'
If you green, then I'm gon' tax you, better act like you know something
Love that scale, know that's my favorite bitch
You want this shit, you gotta get up off yo ass to get a bag, you gotta take a risk
I'm really having, Money Making Mitch
Never been on that friendly shit, I ain't even much trying to be in a nigga mix
Whatever it take, know I'm gon' make it happen
Whether I'm in the booth spittin', rappin, or I'm in the trap getting off the packets nigga
Real bagger, know I love cheese
I can't put nothing before that money especially not no bitch, hoe, you could gone leave
Phone swingin', jumping off the meter
I know this shit here bubble red or however you want it having real ether
Hard or soft, I'm having real ether
Ayy, hit the trap, you tryna score, you know I got it, havin' real ether
(Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
Uh, Uh
Ayy
Money don't make you real but it sure make you feel better
Told the gang, "I want him dead", do something to make me feel better
Losing my focus tryna handle beef
Everybody gangster 'til it's time to pull up a check
Now them f*ck niggas act like they don't wanna eat
Gotta dot my I's and cross my T's
Lemon squeeze all in my tea
I want a nigga to think I'm sweet
Pillow talkin to these hoes (?) gon push up on me
Nigga play and he gon' die (uh)
Put it on my momma, he gon' leak
Can't leave the crib without that iron, you know my denim keep a crease
550 for the zitty, if you buy two, I throw you three
I always knew the turtle win the race, ain't mind startin' off in last
Heard them f*ck niggas, they ain't wanna front me, they flat, sittin' on they ass
I turnt the 7 to 10 b's, won't front my motion 'cause they knowin'
Them same hoes that ain't wanna go, I got all them bitches goin'
300 grand my wrist, got it off the block, got it off the bricks
If she can't up a dub or better then she ain't my bitch, keep her out my mix
Road runnin', know I'm having old money
Niggas cappin' bout that motion, they ain't never stole nothing
Dick to dick, tryna ride the wave, I swear these niggas pole jumpin'
If you green, then I'm gon' tax you, better act like you know something
Love that scale, know that's my favorite bitch
You want this shit, you gotta get up off yo ass to get a bag, you gotta take a risk
I'm really having, Money Making Mitch
Never been on that friendly shit, I ain't even much trying to be in a nigga mix
Whatever it take, know I'm gon' make it happen
Whether I'm in the booth spittin', rappin, or I'm in the trap getting off the packets nigga
Real bagger, know I love cheese
I can't put nothing before that money especially not no bitch, hoe, you could gone leave
Phone swingin', jumping off the meter
I know this shit here bubble red or however you want it having real ether
Hard or soft, I'm having real ether
Ayy, hit the trap, you tryna score, you know I got it, havin' real ether
(Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
Writer: SHONTAVIUS RUSSELL
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Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave