Already Made ft. Cope Lyrics

Yea

Money already made nigga!

Yea, y'all already know who it is man, it's your boy Cope

Had to hop on this hard ah beat with my nigga Dise one time man

You know who it is, two young rich niggas outchea having

Our way, you know what I'm saying?

Let me talk my shit real quick

Yea, let's go!

Ain't nobody trippin' 'cause the money already made nigga

Water on me like the glades

Y'all niggas workin' hard just to be slaves

I am not goin' for shit 'cause I'm paid

When it come to bitches no I cannot save 'em

Got these hoes crazy for me me like a rave

And they be ridin' me like I'ma wave, uhh

Nigga had to grind for this shit, I wasn't lazy, nope

The hate I see in niggas eyes still amaze me

Flawless diamonds hangin' on my neck they tryna cap me

Flawless bitches on me for a check they tryna trap me

I'ma walkin' lick so I gotta keep a strap g

If you want the sauce then you know you gotta pay a fee

She act right I'ma take her on lil spree

She want me to tie her down but I'm too P, on God

Aw yea let me pop shit

Billy is the goal and I'm not gone quit

All about my motherfuckin' money like Mitch

Every time that I hit, yea the bitch gotta split

T-thought we was grown baby why the hell you spit? Eww

I don't need drug money all my bread legit

Got it comin' in you can tell by my fit

And I got these niggas mad 'cause I'm poppin' like a zit, I'm gone

You know I hate when I gotta get on here and pop shit like how I do

But on the flip side I get enjoyment out of it too

Lettin' you niggas know what type of time I'm on

Aye, this shit already made man

Got this shit stacked to the motherfuckin' ceiling

Come on

Look

We ain't never trippin' 'cause the money already made

Paid

Yo bitch wanna get slayed

I got her cleanin' shit like she a maid (mop), hold on

I don't get played, never

Don't get too comfortable (high off life), you might get traded

I'm winnin' this suit just like a spade

You lookin' worn down, why you so jaded?

Uhhh

I'm in the big league

Big league

Hall of fame

Fame

Bui-bui-build a team around me, I'm LeBron James

Six

If we talkin' money, you know just call man

Ring my phone

I just fucked that bitch, she down the hall, dang

It's Paul Wall, what you know 'bout me?

I'm on that five nine south lean, baby holla at me

Still tippin' on fo-four's

I at least got four hoes

At least!

Always stay with that shit on me, you'on know how that go

Look

It's already made

We done stashed it into retirement, I can retire today

Facts

Ain't no cap up on this money, I spend 'til I'm tired today

Okay

Time to get fly today

I'm up in Room Service, eleven hoes

Bring some bottles this way, I'm gone