Money Maker Lyrics

Yeah!

For these drugs I have a thirst

I was only eleven when I popped my first perck

I was only fucking twelve when I started moving work

Rest in peace to all my dead ones, wish they never saw the dirt

You passing me the tool imma shoot it like I'm Dirk

Popped a fucking seal of a sixteen, pour a third

Got it from my homies grandma she don't even know the worth

I can say she is the plug cause from her I got these perks

Damn!

Now this bitch asking me

When will I quit? Cause I'm just a fucking fiend

Shit

And some help is what I need

But what good is help when I wanna do these things?

Fuck

Can she really love a fiend?

She couldn't open me, cause she couldn't fit the key

And I just start to think "When will this kill me?"

When will all this shit put me under six feet?

And I'm asking for forgiveness hoping God can hear my sound

Had to slow down with them drugs, almost put me in the ground

And I love my fucking homies cause you know they always down

Bitch I came up from the ground, obstacles I had to mount

And I'm finally making money, you can check my bank account

Making money, making money

Making money, making money

Making money, making money

I had to make money cause I came from nothing

Making money, making money

Making money, making money

Making money, making money

I had to make money cause I came from nothing

I had to make money cause I came from nothing

I had to make money cause I came from nothing

I had to make money now I got me something

These bitches done love me

I'm fucking your honey

I fuck any bitch that I want with no money