The Money ft. Nellz Lyrics

Yo

I ain't fucking wit no nigga

That see me as competition

Acting like he being fly

But really the nigga fishing

Talking to me like we guys

But really the nigga wishing

That I get put in the sky

So I can lose my position

I ain't stopping for a while

I'm bout to get in the door

Fuck a staple in the game

I'm bolting shit to the floor

I got everything I need

And yet I'm looking for more

So ya anger and ya greed

I really get it for sure

But you aiming it at me

Like I'm the one in control

Why you mad at me

Like I'm the reason u sold

I'm still in the field

Im out here looking for gold

I'm still in the basement

I'm breathing in all the mold

I still gotta hustle

I wanna get it with rapping

I'm still one of the soldiers

I wanna sit with the captains

Cause and effect

It's all about your reactions

If I get outta place

Just know I'm fully adapting

Why do niggas envy

Pretending to be friendly

I'm bout to transform

The Impala

Into a Bentley

I'm adding up this paper

And taking care of the rent fee

Every time I turn

It's people turning against me

Even when you show luv

I know you don't love me

Every time we fall out

I can see the ugly

I don't want the friendships

I just want the money

I don't want the friendships

I just want the money

I ain't fucking with you niggas

Don't hit me wanting to hang

You ain't show me loyalty

So I'm a do you the same

I got everything I need

And yet I gotta complain

Swear this shit is a disease

That's spreading into my brain

God forbid I lose it all

And let it slip out my hands

Got some goals I wanna reach

So losing ain't in the plans

Not a hundred in day

I'm tryna get to them bands

Running out of weed or money

Is something I can't stand

So I gotta do it proper

Delicate like a doctor

I am not with them

I never been an imposter

I'm a get the win

As long as I'm on the roster

Feeling bad for them

Cuz they don't know

I'm a monster

This shit in my blood

That city boy came from dirty roads Went from never smoking

To hanging with niggas selling o's

Always been the boy

With a lot sneakers a lot of clothes

Always been the boy

With a lot of hoes a lot of flows

Why do niggas envy

Pretending to be friendly

I'm bout to transform

The Impala

Into a Bentley

I'm adding up this paper

And taking care of the rent fee

Every time I turn

It's people turning against me

Even when you show luv

I know you don't love me

Every time we fall out

I can see the ugly

I don't want the friendships

I just want the money

I don't want the friendships

I just want the money

Dollar after dollar

We gonna count that up

Money and the power

I could never get enough

I can't do too many partners

I be cooling in the cut

I'm so use to having problems

Now we shooting in the clutch

I remember being down bad

Now a nigga up

Staring at the ground sad

Cuz we ain't have much

Weed in a brown bag

Just to lift my spirits

And I don't say too much

Around these niggas

Cuz their parrots

I can do without that

Don't need no interference

They been playing with my top

I been looking out

Like they come with some clearance

Had to get up on my shit

Cuz I ain't had shit to inherit

Now they hear it

And I just do it for a check

When they clear it