money on the line Lyrics

Bitch I'm sippin' on codeine inside my lemonade

Slidin' in a foreign see the cops I got away

I got money on the line

I get money all the time

I got killers on my side

They gon' kill you if you slide I say

I put a fully to his face he ain't got shit to say

And I would really take your bitch but I heard she a lame

I said turn it up a notch

You turnt up then you get shot

Said you matchin' you not

You ain't got it you fraud

Pull up bad broad, yeah

Yeah, hit the spot, yeah

Pull up foreign car

Sent some shots but they ain't go far

She mine not yours

Stop playin' boy you not that hard

She look in my eyes she wanna get high she wanna go straight to Mars

I heard that your friend a rookie well I play like a vet

I roll up Gorilla Cookies, my cup lookin' red

Back then had them bitches swoop me, I was in the feds

Lately I been actin' loopy cuz all prescription meds

I don't remember anything but I swear that's the best

Took a bar and woke up in a telly you already know the rest

Are you saying that's a threat

Go ahead say it with your chest

I'm just saying I'm the best

I'm not playing I'm up next

Yo bitch just said she love me she sent me a text (Hello)

She said do you want me or want my friend I pointed to the left

She said go ahead pick that bitch I hope you know you gon' regret it

I said I only picked that bitch cuz she was never one of my ex's

I don't want my ex I don't want my-

I don't want my ex I don't want my-

I don't want my ex bitch, no

I don't want my-

I don't want my-

Bitch I'm sippin' on codeine inside my lemonade

Slidin' in a foreign see the cops I got away

I got money on the line

I get money all the time

I got killers on my side

They gon' kill you if you slide I say

We flyin' back with hella pounds I put it in the safe, yeah

It's pretty often I can I say that I got high today

3.5 in this blunt

Tryna find some runtz

Got a baddie next to me and got some lean inside my cup, hey

Yo bitch want some clout

Told that bitch to watch her mouth

Woah, don't talk too loud them killers runnin' in yo house

Shh

Don't make a sound

Stuff the Glock right in my couch

Me and yo bitch goin' round for round

You just now findin' out, yeah

Put em' in the ring he throwin' in the towel

That bitch tried to hit my phone I text that bitch like laugh out loud

I get money like how

I pull up they like wow

Drunk textin' bitches like Mr. Growl

Fuck yo friend tryna steal my style, hey

Put that bitch in a movie

In the deleted scenes

Only 1 night will do me girl you not as big as my dreams

I'm not losin' if I'm choosin' money over me

I wish you never knew me

You just not what I need

Bitch I'm sippin' on codeine inside my lemonade

Slidin' in a foreign see the cops I got away

I got money on the line

I get money all the time

I got killers on my side

They gon' kill you if you slide I say

Bitch I'm sippin' on codeine inside my lemonade

Slidin' in a foreign see the cops I got away

I got money on the line

I get money all the time

I got killers on my side

They gon' kill you if you slide I say

Woah, yeah

I got money on the line

Money on my mind

Money on my, yeah