$money$ Lyrics

1s, 2s, 5s, 10s, 20s, 50s, 100s

Need em all in

Where I'm from

How I'm coming

Ain't goin for nothing

If you want a discussion

Talk to what I'm clutchin

Got sum tools n woods

Ain't get it from the Russians

The minute you start

With that cussing

Ima get to bussing

Already know

You not too trusted

Claim you with the tussle

Pullin up wit extra muscle

No Micheal Jordan

Got something in the duffle

No looney tunes but

Im drawin up a couple

I'm tired of da mix

I'm tired of all da shuffle

Don't play your tape

Unless its bringing hustle

Still stuck in da struggle

J. Cutler the huddle

Hand it to my brother

Tired of da

injuries hitting and suffering

I might get breaked down

But get back up again

Keepin dat AP

No Adrian Peterson

Not a Mercedes

Sliding for the benz

If you don't go get it

Then you not getting in

If you do nothing

How could I

Give you something

Move on my own

With the chrome

To get money

These niggas

Kept playing

Thought this

Shit was funny

Now I'm crashing out

On all you dummies

Had common sense

When your nose

Was still runny

I kept making cents

But the change

Wasn't coming

I can't hang wit simps

They mind

Stuck in the blender

My niggas pull up

Futurama no bender

Not going for submission

No mo surrender

Too much

I been spending

Just to dodge the system

I ain't makin a killin

Just makin a living

Yall niggas don't get it

1s, 2s, 5s, 10s, 20s, 50s, 100s

Need em all in

Where I'm from

How I'm coming

Ain't goin for nothing

I got my brothers back

And thats a fact

Sending a message

Quicker den a fax

Had to pay

The system so I got to tax

Always on edge

I can't never relax

Jog wit da pack

Can't be tripping

Tryna run up sack

Fucking with me

Is a tit for a tat

Don't know how to flex

So i pour up the act

All of that playing

Gone get your ass whacked

Don't get mad get glad

Money getting hefty

In a trash bag

Now my pockets

So heavy

The belt

Can't even

Help me cause

My pants still sag

Hear them hating

From the sidelines

This not a game

No rugby

They don't get a flag

Put a price on his head

End up wit a toe tag

Tug of war in the gutta

Niggas getting dragged

Harder then rice street

Cause you couldn't wagg

Free all my brothers

From behind the glass

Can't even hug them

Dap them up its sad

Last time I heard

You was getting out fast

I ain't even know

They gave

My dawg the max

So many penalties

Can't even attack

Taking everything

Even the clothes

Off our back