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?