Money Comin First! Lyrics

Told that bitch to "Shut the fuck up, Money Comin First!

I might drown my whole wrist just to see how it work

Florida jit, he so loyal I bought him a Vert

Yuh, Florida bih, she so loyal I bought her a purse

I can tell this bitch a fiend, man she den' crushed the Perk

When it's beef, don't get between, that's how yo ass get merked

And I ain't sorry for that boy who got his bitch ass merked

Nigga don't you try to play with me, that's how you die

Niggas always think shit is a game until they in the sky

It's too late for that sorry, now you gotta ask yourself "why?"

I looked into his eyes, and seen them tears, I told em "bye"

I got too much motion to be fiending for a bitch

Brodie said he wanna drive the Benz, Told him "Don't scratch the rims"

All these 100's really look the same, you'd think they was all twins

I got new 100's, old 100's, left em in the wind

Told that bitch to "Shut the fuck up, Money Comin First!

I might drown my whole wrist just to see how it work

Florida jit, he so loyal I bought him a Vert

Yuh, Florida bih, she so loyal I bought her a purse

I can tell this bitch a fiend, man she den' crushed the Perk

When it's beef, don't get between, that's how yo ass get merked

And I ain't sorry for that boy who got his bitch ass merked