MONEY ON THE SCHEDULE

This ain't no street rap, this ain't no street rap, nigga, this is for gangstas

Keep that street shit to yourself, don't speak of them allegations

Fuck that bullshit that you talkin'

When you see me, better pop me, and I'm everywhere often, and I keep A blick on me

Grew up with the gangstas, barbecuing with the stick on em'

Never had a father figure, so I cannot respect your big homie

Fuck that old nigga, he just a pussy with a shit bag

Sitting on the porch thinking bout he gon' hit his lick back

Ask about me, I stand on ten toes, I bet that nina' on my waistline, make a Nigga get low

Plus, I had heard through the grapevine that them niggas was hoes

I stay on the schedule, why they wanna do me dirty when they really ain't On my level, huh