FTM Lyrics

Going 100 miles per hour, to the money Being broke ain't no joke, (How I know?) I came from nothing

Dabbling in scripts but I really be moving onions

We can get you whatever you need if it's

For the money, yeah, for the money, yeah, for the money, for the money, yeah, for the money

We can get you whatever you need if it's for the money, yeah, for the money, yeah, for the money

I'm still flipping, know a youngin stacking up Them niggas sweet, gon' tell them boys to pack it up

They don't want no problems, swear to God they just be acting tough

Lil' boy don't havin' motion, wrist sick, go ahead and add it up

Lil' baby pretty and she thick, I made her back it up

All the baddies choosin', I think that got them mad at us

Them boys swear they havin' but I don't really think they had enough

Motion got them sick but I don't think I made them mad enough

Lil momma fienin' for that, yeah, Lil momma fienin' for that

Lil momma fienin' for that pipe, I was taught to keep it P

I ain't know that was your wife, yeah, Ex-codeine sipper, put the purple down for white, old bitch left me

Get a new one tonight, got young buls that scamming

Got young guns that take your life, pray that they don't take me there

Cause I been trying to live right, but niggas always play gangsta

Till a nigga lose they life

Going 100 miles per hour, to the money Being broke ain't no joke, (How I know?) I came from nothing

Dabbling in scripts but I really be moving onions

We can get you whatever you need if it's

For the money, yeah, for the money, yeah, for the money, for the money, yeah, for the money

We can get you whatever you need if it's for the money, yeah, for the money, yeah, for the money