Big Ju Money - Channel Five Lyrics

Money goes too hard,
Money, hoes, and cars
Gang, gang, gang
Aye I'm live, like I'm channel five
Yeah I'm with the shit
Nigga slide, like you say you slide
If not get off my dick
I'm outside, I ain't tryna hide
Nah that ain't this
Brought a vibe, and she down try
Anything that's lit
I do everything I want
Could do anything but miss
She get everything she want and
We do anything but kiss
Looked at his last tape and
Saw everything but a hit
Ain't even got his bag straight
But he worried bout a bitch
Nigga moving like he'll snitch
I ain't worried bout no diss
I ain't picking no money up
If it ain't got blue strips
My nigga ain't gone tote nothing
If it ain't got blue tips
This a message to my exes
Yo new nigga ain't on shit
That nigga know I'm lit
If I put it on, it's drip
And she always tryna cuddle
Told that hoe cuddle my wrist
And that nigga said that it's bubba
But it ain't got a scent
Baby you can't see money
Cause you ain't got no sense
Take the money that you owing me
And spend it on some Rick
She gone act like she don't know it's me
But still let me hit
I'm that nigga you supposed to be
Lil nigga, what you don't get
That's why she all over me
And yo ass a simp