Money & Fame (bonus) ft. Saint Bbaby Lyrics

This what happen when you pass the Henny out to any hoe

Watch your pockets 'round the bitches that get down for any dough

50 bands inside a rubber band make sure the money straight

I'm too rich to handle niggas that don't got a fucking plate

Yeah it's hella racks inside the Goyard duffel

Got some killers posted in the West they shoot like they name Russell

Momma told me keep the money in the family

Cause showing out to bitches get you put down in a alley

Imma risk it all if you get down to playing 'bout my money

We done took it all they scared to pop outside with all that money

With the life I live I need a couple cups to keep me sane

Lost my nigga to the streets but as a kid I watched him train

You can't say my name in vein

Man these stupid niggas chasin' bitches, bitches chasin' me

In the club these bitches turnt up, cause they know the bill on me

I got sticks inside the booth if these fuck niggas tryna see

Lil' bitch I got the baddest bitch, my bitch lovin' Cristian Dior

I put that old man in his place, its been a year and he still quiet

I caught his nephew at a party 9 months ago still can't talk

I told my bitch, baby don't trip, I'm boutta let all these shots outs

Man all his niggas ran out the function cause they know what I'm 'bout

Mahn when we talkin' 'bout my racks I do not play

I get the drop, I catch the opp, the next day I take a vaca'

I'm in the flight just fucked on two bitches, but two more wouldn't hurt

I see that bitch lookin' deep in my eyes I know she tryna fuck

These stupid niggas see I got all these racks but I'm still in pain

I sniff on coke, then sip on coke, before I sip on the stilpane

Man that's your bitch inside my crib, shakin' her ass for a few bands

Man if you try touchin' my bitch you finna leave here with no hands