Not Enough ft. Russ Hall Lyrics

Yeah I'm getting money

But I swear it's not enough

My bitch she mad at me

Because I chose it over love

Lost so many niggas to the streets

I'll never trust

Roll that Mary Jane

And then get high

'Cause it's a must

See smoking is a must

In East Cleveland I trust

And if you live to make it out the streets

Then it's a plus

Stacking hard and grinding too

But I don't get the love

But I don't need the love

And I don't need the likes

'Cause I was out in California

Way before the hype

Two fifty for a oz

Five hundred a flight

No quad pay

No Klarna

No pandemic price

I tried to give you game

But you ain't take my advice

You didn't wanna listen

And now you back there wishing

The middle of the winter

Look at all the sun I'm getting

And when it comes to getting money

Treat it like a mission

And I come from a place

Where hating is forbidden

And I smoke Weed and fuck on hoes

You should see how I'm living

And yeah I might forget

But nothing is forgiving

house of reps and hazel rd

Is all I'm representing

And if you can't stand the heat

Then get the fuck up out the kitchen

Yeah I'm getting money

But I swear it's not enough

My bitch she mad at me

Because I chose it over love

Lost so many niggas to the streets

I'll never trust

Roll that Mary Jane

And then get high

'Cause it's a must

Ain't never no limit to this

No gimmick , I get it

Im living the life that I chose

Momma I'm runnin' this shit

I just need mo dollars

The problem is all in the mind over matter

The pussy is wetter when moneys afloat

I can come sell em a quote

Baby you know how it go

Got what ya need indeed to tell 'em some mo

Lean back

Never do much

Just count up and cut up the vibe

And I

Give 'em the seeds to proceed but the most important is time

I'm showing em order

I'm showing em profit

I'm showing em how to get up and go get it

My niggas is wit it

The scripture is litty

It's written

No kidding and we mean business

Now let me get back on my dawg shit

Big smoke clouds and that bong shit

That ATL to that Bay shit

But the Land is where we made a statement

No statement

Just bank statement after statement

Uh huh

And mo statements and mo statements again

But it ain't enough

Got Damn

Yeah I'm getting money

But I swear it's not enough

My bitch she mad at me

Because I chose it over love

Lost so many niggas to the streets

I'll never trust

Roll that Mary Jane

And then get high

'Cause it's a must