Fed Up ft. OTR Cam & D.Lo'bashy Lyrics

I want the money the money the riches

I ain't got time for these bitches

Had to stay down

I was saving more than I was spending

And I was standing on business

Them trips out Detroit can't forget em

Now I'm onna road to these millions

I'm trynna picker the litter

I'm trynna run it up

I'm trynna be onna hills

With a whole lotta Benjamins thumbin

Say its all bout da cash

So I turned 50 cent to a dollar I got off my ass

But once I got a bag

Everything started changing around me

What happened to Kash

Say we been through some shit

That's why we keep our chin up

Start taking all these trips

We started getting fed up

Racks stuffed in my pocket

I ain't tripping lil bitch I got it

I want the cheese in this bitch like cottage

I want the head bitch give me your knowledge

Young nigga fiending a lot for them dollars

I got a lot of them problems

Money ain't one of them problems

Thot bitch cheesing and smiling

Bitch no I ain't doing no buying

Trying get in my pockets my mind

I tell her I ain't got time

I ain't having

The fuck is you fried

Ima run to that money I'm trying

Ima stack up that money

That shit for my mother

Young nigga stay stuck in his prime

I need a lot of that dough

Bitch want money ima tell her ass no

You ain't getting shit from me

That's how that shit go

I want the money the money the riches

I ain't got time for these bitches

Had to stay down

I was saving more than I was spending

And I was standing on business

Them trips out Detroit can't forget em

Now I'm onna road to these millions

I'm trynna picker the litter

I'm trynna run it up

I'm trynna be onna hills

With a whole lotta Benjamins thumbin

Say its all bout da cash

So I turned 50 cent to a dollar I got off my ass

But once I got a bag

Everything started changing around me

What happened to Kash

Say we been through some shit

That's why we keep our chin up

Start taking all these trips

We started getting fed up

I want the money the money I blow

Too much at stake I don't know where to go

Bitch so crazy she turning me on

Speaking of shit that she know I wouldn't know

Been had a bag you can see cuz it show

Got PTSD I don't need you approaching

Trap spot with the deans busting shit open

If these ain't VVs in the night you can notice

Wear my heart on my sleeve hope I don't get it broken

Took me a trip just to switch up the motive

New York strip club know that we goated

Stay on the flight they could see who got motion

Kick down the spot shorty wasn't even holding

Ratchet ass bitch trying T up on me

Niggas going broke trying keep up with me

Broke ass nigga you ain't my homie

Boss ass bitch told her come get with me

Yeah you ji bad but you ain't my homie

Girl you and your friends you could team up on me

I want the money the money the riches

I ain't got time for these bitches

Had to stay down

I was saving more than I was spending

And I was standing on business

Them trips out Detroit can't forget em

Now I'm onna road to these millions

I'm trynna picker the litter

I'm trynna run it up

I'm trynna be onna hills

With a whole lotta Benjamins thumbin

Say its all bout da cash

So I turned 50 cent to a dollar I got off my ass

But once I got a bag

Everything started changing around me

What happened to Kash

Say we been through some shit

That's why we keep our chin up

Start taking all these trips

We started getting fed up