F*ck it
My cup is still muddy
Im still runnin after the money
F*ck it
If you not bout ya money
I cant keep your around you bad company
F*ck it
I'm chasin these 50s and 100s
Man I really want it
F*ck it
Real niggas dont sleep
I want 20 racks by the morning
F*ck it
My cup is still muddy
Im still runnin after the money
F*ck it
If you not bout ya money
I cant keep your around you bad company
F*ck it
I'm chasin these 50s and 100s
Man I really want it
F*ck it
Real niggas dont sleep
I want 20 racks by the morning
F*ck it up f*ck it up
Them bands you know im bout to run it up
Stackin all night till the sun is up
Momma see me now she know her sun is up
I've been working all day
I've been working all night
Trynna get me a deal
Trynna take all them flights
This drip on my body
Man you cannot stop me
Shoutout A Jullati
He trappin with Calee
All of my niggas get straight to the money
Young niggas with heart man it's really funny
How all of you niggas would dare call us bummy
We scoopin ya bitch put dick in her tummy
Pour lean in my sprite
A perk in my cup
I'm good for the night
It's hard to get up
I know it ain't right
But mom ima thug
Walk all through the night
I'm smellin like bud
I need to lay down
The way that I'm up
Need more money right now
There's never too much
I'm 18 right now
Might go to the club
Lil bitch shake that ass
While im throwing these ones
No I ain't doin this shit just for fun
Rappin till I make that mill in a month
Rap for no money you niggas look dumb
D curry you niggas bitch I am the one
Ultimate I am the ultimate
I am the real one
Bitch you are the alternate
Throwing up green and it look like I vomited
Cop me a renty
Skrt off out the lot again
There ain't no dolce then I want the prada then
Sippin that dirty
I had to retire the hen
Look down at my watch
Trynna check for the timin
These hands they ain't movin
My wrist its just shinin
I run to the money i gotta go get it
You know my slogan you gotta be kiddin
You talking bout money you know that I'm with it
I hustle all day to the bag I'm committed
I keep on smiling because I keep winning
Want yellow gold in my teeth like the simpsons
No I aint popeyes cant run out of chicken
Make sandwich for days all this bread that I'm getting
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F*ck it
My cup is still muddy
Im still runnin after the money
F*ck it
If you not bout ya money
I cant keep your around you bad company
F*ck it
I'm chasin these 50s and 100s
Man I really want it
F*ck it
Real niggas dont sleep
I want 20 racks by the morning
F*ck it
My cup is still muddy
Im still runnin after the money
F*ck it
If you not bout ya money
I cant keep your around you bad company
F*ck it
I'm chasin these 50s and 100s
Man I really want it
F*ck it
Real niggas dont sleep
I want 20 racks by the morning
F*ck it up f*ck it up
Them bands you know im bout to run it up
Stackin all night till the sun is up
Momma see me now she know her sun is up
I've been working all day
I've been working all night
Trynna get me a deal
Trynna take all them flights
This drip on my body
Man you cannot stop me
Shoutout A Jullati
He trappin with Calee
All of my niggas get straight to the money
Young niggas with heart man it's really funny
How all of you niggas would dare call us bummy
We scoopin ya bitch put dick in her tummy
Pour lean in my sprite
A perk in my cup
I'm good for the night
It's hard to get up
I know it ain't right
But mom ima thug
Walk all through the night
I'm smellin like bud
I need to lay down
The way that I'm up
Need more money right now
There's never too much
I'm 18 right now
Might go to the club
Lil bitch shake that ass
While im throwing these ones
No I ain't doin this shit just for fun
Rappin till I make that mill in a month
Rap for no money you niggas look dumb
D curry you niggas bitch I am the one
Ultimate I am the ultimate
I am the real one
Bitch you are the alternate
Throwing up green and it look like I vomited
Cop me a renty
Skrt off out the lot again
There ain't no dolce then I want the prada then
Sippin that dirty
I had to retire the hen
Look down at my watch
Trynna check for the timin
These hands they ain't movin
My wrist its just shinin
I run to the money i gotta go get it
You know my slogan you gotta be kiddin
You talking bout money you know that I'm with it
I hustle all day to the bag I'm committed
I keep on smiling because I keep winning
Want yellow gold in my teeth like the simpsons
No I aint popeyes cant run out of chicken
Make sandwich for days all this bread that I'm getting
My cup is still muddy
Im still runnin after the money
F*ck it
If you not bout ya money
I cant keep your around you bad company
F*ck it
I'm chasin these 50s and 100s
Man I really want it
F*ck it
Real niggas dont sleep
I want 20 racks by the morning
F*ck it
My cup is still muddy
Im still runnin after the money
F*ck it
If you not bout ya money
I cant keep your around you bad company
F*ck it
I'm chasin these 50s and 100s
Man I really want it
F*ck it
Real niggas dont sleep
I want 20 racks by the morning
F*ck it up f*ck it up
Them bands you know im bout to run it up
Stackin all night till the sun is up
Momma see me now she know her sun is up
I've been working all day
I've been working all night
Trynna get me a deal
Trynna take all them flights
This drip on my body
Man you cannot stop me
Shoutout A Jullati
He trappin with Calee
All of my niggas get straight to the money
Young niggas with heart man it's really funny
How all of you niggas would dare call us bummy
We scoopin ya bitch put dick in her tummy
Pour lean in my sprite
A perk in my cup
I'm good for the night
It's hard to get up
I know it ain't right
But mom ima thug
Walk all through the night
I'm smellin like bud
I need to lay down
The way that I'm up
Need more money right now
There's never too much
I'm 18 right now
Might go to the club
Lil bitch shake that ass
While im throwing these ones
No I ain't doin this shit just for fun
Rappin till I make that mill in a month
Rap for no money you niggas look dumb
D curry you niggas bitch I am the one
Ultimate I am the ultimate
I am the real one
Bitch you are the alternate
Throwing up green and it look like I vomited
Cop me a renty
Skrt off out the lot again
There ain't no dolce then I want the prada then
Sippin that dirty
I had to retire the hen
Look down at my watch
Trynna check for the timin
These hands they ain't movin
My wrist its just shinin
I run to the money i gotta go get it
You know my slogan you gotta be kiddin
You talking bout money you know that I'm with it
I hustle all day to the bag I'm committed
I keep on smiling because I keep winning
Want yellow gold in my teeth like the simpsons
No I aint popeyes cant run out of chicken
Make sandwich for days all this bread that I'm getting
Writer: Daniel Elliott
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