Sick To My Stomach

If she don't care bout gettin money, that shit make me sick in my stomach

Why the fuck would I wanna be with you, can't showhow much you love me

Ratchet bitch straight from the hood, want my money, tryna dub me

I done told that lil bitch no, now she screamin' out, its fuck me

One less problem in my life, with more money just comin' in

Go ahead, take that attitude out the front door, find another man

Throw a five up in her face, hope it's not the gen

And don't you dare try to set me up, cause this shit don't jam

They say happiness don't stem from that money

I beg to differ, my life was shit when I ain't have no money