Mentions Lyrics

Yeah

Ugh

If it ain't about the money

If it ain't about the money

If it ain't about the money

Then what we doing

Niggas behind my back snaking me

And I can't even prove it

My feature prices hittin gas prices

How they moving

I turned into that nigga

With a foreign and 3 Cubans

Situations behind closed doors now ima menace

One dollar in my bank account on my way to riches

They be lying so much say they cappin' with the fitted

If it ain't bout music

Then Don't put me in no mentions

They telling me live life

But don't tell me what come with it

Say I couldn't do rap

Five albums in I did it

Yeah they lit but they ain't on the shit we on

I want 50 mill and I'll tell you where we going

Racking up them racks in them stacks I'm going crazy

If it wasn't for the money

I couldn't tell you what done saved me

I'm still gettin' to it I will never let you faze me

Fazos cocaine white like crack in the 80's

600 For the bag I'm going dumb MCM

Hit her with the

Im cool off of that baby lets be friends

They say I changed but I ain't never turn fake

Hit La fitness but really my neck lifting weights

Too many times I had to sacrifice my money (Drippin')

Say you here in my face

But I can tell who really love me

You love me come show me

Last time I check I'm still lonely

Don't mention my name

If it ain't about the money

If it ain't about the money then what we doing

Niggas behind my back snaking me

And I can't even prove it

My feature prices hittin gas prices

How they moving

I turned into that nigga with a foreign n 3 Cubans

Situations behind closed doors

Now ima menace

One dollar in my bank account on my way to riches

They be lying so much say they cappin' with the fitted

If it ain't bout music

Then Don't put me in no mentions

They speaking on my name

And I ain't even make it yet

I'm still a rookie

Doing better then some of these fucking vets

Next time his bitch come

She better come correct

And next time they speak on my name

I better see a check

Cus I don't do the beef

I Spend ya budget on my feet

And We ain't going back broke

We grindin' seven days a week

In Miami bring the heat

See my thoughts

I smoke this tree

I see the hate But why me

Bitch I'm living free

Yeah

Let me hear that

I prolly wanna do one more