Money Distribution Lyrics

Ayy, nah, this bitch my homie

Shots went bad and grazed my stomach

Bitch, hollas be mad, oh my granny and my girl, I ain't got none

At least correct, that's how I'm comin

Before I die, I wanna try to leave my momma here with somethin

I was at the bottom of the bottom, you can't hate on me for stunnin

You ain't see me runnin' round on 1600

Ever try to switch up on your word

Word to bro, you gon' get punished

Or you gon' pay me up a hundred

Fuck a straw, I sip it straight

Sweatin' hard, I woke up late

Wanted to see if it was worth to make it out the place I stay

If you ain't say your food from yesterday, you wanna ate today

Of course, my momma still ask why I don't never finish plates

Keep that music in my ear to drift away and isolate

Without you, I lose my mind, but ain't no way I'm gon' keep chasin

Where we stayed, that shit got real and I knew that I couldn't keep playin

I got shot, don't know who did it, if I did, I would have cases

I ain't have my own room and slept in tiny little spaces

Had a lot of people in the crib, cause we're no places fakin

If you love me cause I'm rappin' while we talkin', just get naked

Post an interview and now they text me, tell me bout you gon' make it

They won't trust in me, gon' leave the city in a long run

Got out your hand, but for what you did, give me none

My speakers poundin' while I'm sittin' in a heavy truck

You left me more than three times, now I don't give a fuck

Know you don't love me, quit actin' like it, I ain't stupid

Focus on you instead of money, what the fuck I'm doin'

You play with me and every time I feel like I'm a loser

My first check go out to gain money, disabuse it

Ain't had no therapy, wanted to go, but fuck, I look like talkin

Ain't need no hug, last time I did was when I started walkin

I know some niggas with no job cause they career was hawkin

On his head, jumpin' snacks, big bro gon' Randy Moss em

Actual legend, way before that shit was poppin

That lil' boy think he some special, he ain't shit, I gon' droppin

Bass gon' hit him 30, knock the service, spike like Curtis Stockton

Nail his head, now his shit poppin' right before I see him in college

Do you understand how we got a ground, somethin' we can own

You can't sell nothin' through your Apple, grab your cousin extra phone

Went to school tryin' to impress him, spray like three of Uncle Long

Play that drill shit when I'm mad, but I know Satan keep me calm

They won't trust in me, gon' leave the city in the long run

Got out your hand, but for what you did, give me none

My speakers poundin' while I'm sittin' in a heavy truck

You left me more than three times, now I don't give a fuck

Know you don't love me, quit actin' like it, I ain't stupid

Focus on you instead of money, what the fuck I'm doin'

You play with me and every time, I feel like I'm a loser

My first check go out to gain money, this a shooter

The shots went bad and grazed my stomach

Bitch, I lost B-Mag, oh my granny and my girl, I ain't got nothin

At least correct, that's how I'm comin

Before I die, I wanna try to leave my momma here with somethin

I was at the bottom of the bottom, you can't hate on me for stuntin

You ain't seen me run around on 1600s

I ever try to switch up on your word, word to bro, you gon' get punished

Or you gon' pay me up a hundred, gang