Erykah Badu Lyrics

Brodie tell me pop it

But I'm cooling

I'm the humble type

I could really pop it

It ain't nun

Cause my money right

Andrew Simpson Benji

Those my besties

They my bros for life

Keep them niggas w me

They essential like some melted ice

Guala guala guala

Everyday gotta make a dolla

I hate niggas who act like they up

But really ain't on nada

Only paper that these niggas getting wrap around that grabba

Full of shit and they popped

Might as well call em piñata

When it come to clutch buckets

Ain't gon lie I made a few

Taking risks for the riches

Can't complain this what I do

Love that fllll

When that money counting all I see is blue

Swear it's music to my ears

Sound like erykah badu

No this ain't no sing along

But my swag what they recite

Play the cut for like a couple months

Just to get em tight

I'm a boss

I pay what it cost to make sure we aii

Got this play I'm working on

If it hit we rich for life

If it hit we rich forever

Turn my back on bronem

Never

We ain't always look like this

Glad we got our shit together

Member days I ain't have shit

Now I spend chicken just for pleasure

Couple hunnid USD

On some fuckin ricky leather

You could make 100,000

If you find ya way to 10

Count stack flip ya way to 20

Then just do that shit again

I been chasing pape since I was eight

Feel like this shit don't end

All I know how to make money

Barely know how to make friends

In this life one thing for certain

You gon get what you deserve

I be up before the sun

Early bird gon get the worm

Only thing be on my mental

How much rackies I could earn

Dolla signs all in my head

Feel like I got a money perm

Brodie tell me pop it

But I'm cooling

I'm the humble type

I could really pop it

It ain't nun

Cause my money right

Andrew Simpson Benji

Those my besties

They my bros for life

Keep them niggas w me

They essential like some melted ice

Guala guala guala

Everyday gotta make a dolla

I hate niggas who act like they up

But really ain't on nada

Only paper that these niggas getting wrap around that grabba

Full of shit and they popped

Might as well call em piñata

When it come to clutch buckets

Ain't gon lie I made a few

Taking risks for the riches

No complaints this what I do

Love that fllll

When that money counting all I see is blue

Swear it's music to my ears

Sound like erykah badu

No this ain't no sing along

But my swag what they recite

Play the cut for like a couple months

Just to get em tight

I'm a boss

I pay what it cost to make sure we aii

Got this play I'm working on

If it hit we rich for life