Can't Make Up (Clean Version) Lyrics

I need my money

We stick to the paper

I need my payback

Plus forty acres

All of that labor, everything major

When I just wake up, shit you

Can't make up

Like you

Baby, baby, baby

Nothing like you

Baby, baby, baby

Nothing like you

It's unexpected, certainly

Blow the sirens

You'd have thought this is an

Emergency

Confessions, and I just let it burn

Like third degree

Gettin' too much money for you

Niggas not to work with me

It's over now

Eight ball in the quarter pocket

Your girl in the spot, of course she

Jaw droppin

No hustlers, made Milly

Off those stove toppings

I seen everything and my vision

So poppin

My niggas ball like them globe

Trotters

And the flow hotter

Speak to me proper

And disappear like Jimmy Hoffa

Shout out my nigga Phantom and

These niggas in the precinct

And they singing like an opera

Opera

I need my money

We stick to the paper

I need my payback

Plus forty acres

All of that labor, everything major

When I just wake up, shit you

Can't make up

Like you

Baby, baby, baby

Nothing like you

Baby, baby, baby

Nothing like you

It's the prodigal son

This that sturdy shit, just not

Much of the popular one

I'm tryin' to open your mind

Outside poppin' a gun

Think a fresh of breath air just

Poppin' a lung

Now let me show you more real

Estate, stocks and bonds

Get a girl pregnant, or pull a baby

Mom's

Either way, boy, you gonna have

To take your time

You know I knock it all once they

All in line

And that's just fine

I kill that kitty

She gonna make a shrine

This is God's work

I just move divine

Move it with the time

The hate, I shake it off

Tell her to take it off baby

I'm gonna break you off like

I need my money

We stick to the paper

I need my payback

Plus forty acres

All of that labor, everything major

When I just wake up, shit you

Can't make up

Like you

Baby, baby, baby

Nothing like you

Baby, baby, baby

Nothing like you

It's over

It's over

It's over