Got $um ft. Pinxh Lyrics

I got a cup in my hand, she tryna touch on my bands

Shawty dont you got a man, hoe, hoe I cannot tell you niggas bout my plan

She tryna know who I am, I can't fall in love with fans, no

Smokin' this shit cause they fuck up my chest

Baby you know I need rest, I cannot be around niggas who don't get a check

Niggas go get you some bread, she wanna smoke on exotic

Bitch just give me head, something I cannot forget

She sayin dumb shit again , so I left her on read

That shit gon get in her head

I started making money

Now she say she love me, she must really think that I'm a fool

I'm on the block with a bad bitch, she gon' do exactly what I tell her do

Got a Nextel for the trap shit, if I get a bag, I'ma make it two

If I get me two, I'ma get a few

Since I got a few, let me get some more

Since I'm on the field watch a nigga score

Double cup in my left hand, but my right hand gon' pour

Party girls love that white shit, but I ain't really on board

Couple P's of that top shelf, some shit you cannot afford

Im running out, I need some more

I told my mama imma be out late

I got some M's that I gotta make

And I got some girls I don't take on dates

And I got some niggas pointed at your face

So don't play around, no

I got some M's that I gotta make

And I got some girls I don't take on dates

And I got some niggas pointed at your face

So don't play around, no

Couple lil bitches in my phone that I don't even take on dates

But they still tryna fuck up my pay

I tryna bust down , put some diamonds in the motherfucking face

I got some brothers, they locked up they booked up with motherfucking cases

Yeah, free them boys straight outta city

Y'all not gon catch me fucking with no bitche if she not dropping face

For the cards I was dealt

For the money I'm finna steal

You'll wake up to get a bag

Go sleep by the LA jet lag

I got some new money, yeah, they mad

I got a new bitch, why they mad

I had to go double up on my stacks

Woah

Fuck that D.O.N, yeah, he wanna be me

Undercover, snakes and bees on my feet

Amiri denim aint no true's on my jeans

Woah, I'm talking money on money on money, need more

Money on money on money, need more

And she ate the dick up while up on the floor

Woah, yeah

I got a cup in my hand, she tryna touch on my bands

Shawty dont you got a man, hoe, hoe I cannot tell you niggas bout my plan

She tryna know who I am, I can't fall in love with fans, no