For Money Lyrics

They call me YR

I got death around the corner

Bitch fuck your boyfriend

We fuck around smoke him

Just poured a deuce

In a blueberry soda

I got them pounds and start trapping

They asked me what happen don't know

But I found me some motion

All of my Amiri's got patches I really

Be swagging these ricks but you didn't even notice

Pussy so wet I ain't using no Trojan

Ain't say what you did I just kept that shit noted

Quia got a case but he said he gone tote it

They better not try us this gen 5 a 40

Niggas they talk out they mouth when they see you

In person they switch it a whole different story

She said I'm fucking with y'all I'm not fucking with them

I can't do it them niggas is corny

She said you having that paper Dior me

Looked at that message I had to ignore it

Im in a Benz with your bitch and I floored it

Wake up and go get that bag in the morning

Niggas they waking up sad in the morning

Hop out your feelings and hop in your bag

I want that cat cus that bitch it go fast

Bro said they touch you I'm dumping the mag

You know that's no cap

She on my dick she want to fuck cus she heard that I rap

I'm leaving that bitch in the past

Rapping and trapping and snapping trying run up

These racks they think I don't got me a plan

Think that I'm lacking just know it's a stick in my pants

You know I can't go out like that

Fuck what they talking my feet on the land

I felt a knife in my back I got stabbed

Came in a Benz I'm not catching no cab

I always got it I trap and I scam

Broski got sticks like he came with a band

We can't find you then we popping your man

Gun was on semi I switched it and now it shoot

Fully I promise I really won't miss

I keep a gun and some drugs

About to pour me some up

Because I be going through shit

Quia said it don't even matter they hide in the crib

Because they bullets they going through it

556s they going through bricks

I'm the one who had that work in a drought

Beefing with all of my folks ain't have no where to go

I use to sleep at jay house

Could've been moved with my aunt but she live

Near the opps so you know I can't stay at they house

Fuck all that cap tell the truth in my songs

Rocking with seem if he right or he wrong

Christian Dior and my sweater v lone

Idk about y'all but I'm bringing my pole

I'm a real one got to stick to the code

You be claiming you real but you fucked on the bros

Claiming you mine but you ain't even solid

It was just me and Reese getting chased in the county

Niggas so fake I don't want them around me

Was feeling so lost I'm just happy you found me

A nigga act crazy we might have to down him

If you play your part you can get you Chanel

I know that you want to go out and start

Getting them wins but at first you gone have to see Ls

And all of my jeans they be fitting I'm buying amiri I promise I don't need no belt

I jumped in that water with fishes I just started swimming I promise I don't need no help

This money I swear I been saving it up

For money I'm on it I'm saving these bucks