Money Motivation Music Lyrics

Uh-huh

Yeah

I said I quit Monte

Yeah, I make money motivation music, I don't promote the violence

The weed keep on punching back, the new pack defiant

Take a walk, you already know the vibes, I'm coming back the highest

It's like there ain't no competition, this shit one-sided

Smoke coughing up my left lung, think I got bronchitis

Fuck a statement, they want the truth, but I just won't write it

No, I don't give a fuck about they opinion, that shit's so biased

I'm high as fuck and getting chicken in, while they keep low-lifing

A million streams combined without signing, so fuck a draft day

I need to go link up with Dami, I got Kashways

Carry the whole team up on my shoulders without back pains

Undercover, seen him going slow up in that fast thing

Fuck a FT, don't got no filter, I just talk crazy

Everybody mini me's like sons, I put that on my baby

You rapping in all these designer clothes, but the verse foogazi

I ain't one for all the small talking, shut the fuck up, pay me

It's been a minute, I'm gon' call see what my brother need

Know most the hate coming from fat bitches that look like Butterbean

It had me tweaking off my ass, I got some buster weed

Was crashing out, waking up every day to get in fuckery

Fuck! I got off of the topic, go get some fucking cheese

We peeled off, they started calling troll, had let the rubber scream

Can't let a bitch start fucking up my heart, so ain't no loving me

My hoodie on with matching sweatpants, a hundred plus degrees

You want a verse, but don't got cheese, like, what the fuck you mean?

Was high as fuck and I had got detained, thought they arrested me

I told them folks to come back in a year, I said, "Hold on, let's see"

Like how the fuck I don't sip on no drank and make them rock and lean?

Punching in hit after hit, I hit the bob and weave

I'm in this bitch geeked, losing my balance, moving wobbly

I told 12 a straight faced lie with all honesty

Can't even talk straight, get tongue twisted talking properly

Money the root of all evil, call me the Pape Bandit

Monte got the bass balling out, the whip space jamming

I make this money all legit, that's why I hate scamming

Could never deal with all that telling shit, I swear I hate Candice

Yeah, I make money motivation music, I don't promote the violence

The weed keep on punching back, the new pack defiant

Take a walk, you already know the vibes, I'm coming back the highest

It's like there ain't no competition, this shit one-sided

Smoke coughing up my left lung, think I got bronchitis

Fuck a statement, they want the truth, but I just won't write it

No, I don't give a fuck about they opinion, that shit's so biased

I'm high as fuck and getting chicken in, while they keep low-lifing