Intro Lyrics

I want the money, man, fuck all the fame Always run it up and got it maintained

I want the money, man, fuck all the fame Always run it up and got it maintained

Young niggas better stay up out my lane I got a chopper, I know how to aim

You know I'm aiming to stretch your brain Make your mama put your ass on the frame

And on the shirt Now your family looking hurt

You should've stayed alert Bitches think that I'm a jerk

I'm a real nigga, I know how to judge Cross me one time, fuck you, I keep a grudge

I was a young nigga robbing the plugs Handling licks, saving more cash than charges

Smoking that Zaza, you know I be slump Nigga, tell me we gon' go on a hunt

I swear to God, his body gon' get dumped Beat his ass up, put his ass in the trunk

Show that fuck nigga, man, this not a joke Homie, young nigga, I came from the bottom

I swear to God, I ain't never been a ho Always holding on my own

Always standing on my own I gotta carry my own

Young nigga, came from the bottom I swear to God, everything I got, I own

I remember 7-0s, grand stores Don't matter long as that shit had enough

After I fuck with you, she packing it up Unless she packing it up

All I know is run it up I do not believe in no love

I do not believe in no trust I done been through so much bullshit

I swear I could never trust, yeah