Mr. Money Sign Lyrics

I just look at them Raws on my desk

Roll it up feel the light in my chest

Live this life but the rules I contest

In the back of this beamer I'm blessed!

Kick back put my feet on the leather

If that pressure make a diamond I put it on my bezel

Only make rap or hip hop but way they heads knock you'd think that I was making heavy metal

Gotta bad bitch on the side she a devil

And the way that body look cheat? never could I ever

She ain't fuck a rapper before that I met her

She gonna let me hit so you know I had to bless her

Bless her

Bless her

Bless her

Bless her!

Look at me then look at you

Look at you!

We got different mindsets different moves

Hit that seminar cut back to booth

I don't recognize myself right now cause' everything new

Can you relate?

If you can't

If you cannot can you stay?

My piece my peace is what I wan' say

I just cop a Maserati but my white girl calling it a "Maseratayyyy"

Guts on white like a bukakke

If I ain't in the club then it's not a party

I was writing bars in my seminar G

Nearly got kicked out like I did karate

They need my name for their interview pieces

Mr. Money Sign what you better call me!

100-one what they letting for Mien I pray that my people still betting on me

100 miss-calls why you stressing on me?

'How you in uni but zero degrees?"

Put my notebook in the cupboard it would freeze!

Triplets there and they all Siamese

And I can't pick one so I fuck em' by the three

"Who is he fucking?" like "Who does he meet?"

They weren't even checking on me now im flee

If you aint cheque-in for me then delete!