[ Featuring ShyBeats ]
What all that money for?
Stacks-I wanna count a hunnid more
Pull up to the show, you know how it go
Smoke and money get blown
Bitches sayin' they wanna take me home
But you just a hoe, nothin' more
Pulled up the hills, baby got a red dress and some heels
Sayin' she just want some pills
Baby, don't you know drugs kill?
But f*ck it, we'll do a lil' anyway
F*cked up on a weekday, bitch, we gon' do it anyway
So what all that money for?
For the drugs, for the buzz, for the dubs
For the woods gettin' rolled up
For that liquor we gon' pour in your cup
So pull up to the club
Baby, me and you could f*ck
Said you want weed? Baby, I could be your plug
You burnin' hot but move slow like a slug
Ion do no hugs-if you wanna f*ck, I could dug
Tell me who you love
Tell me who you trust
Tell me who the best at this lust
Is it me, baby? Throw it down
I watch her bust it open-that's a must
Late night partyin' after dusk
Tell Shy pull up to my place
Get faded in my grace
Make some music, then blast in they face
Women wish they could chase this
But I evade this-smoke Swiss
The best you gon' get is a pic, sis
Haters throwin' shots, but we pick 'em off-pick six
KJ$, I'm a new rapper in the mix
New kicks, now I'm ballin' like the Knicks
I ain't scared of you fake rappers up talkin' sticks
What all that money for?
Wanna buy a coupe-two-door
No seatbelts, baby, we could fit more
This West Coast beat? Sure, that's for sure
But baby, we gon' show 'em how we do it up North
Make some money, but baby, we still want more
Wraps and the weed 'cause we rollin' up dough
Said they went broke-where all they money go?
Said you want smoke but ain't at the show
Tinted windows as we ride, creepin' on the low
Shy sayin' he think I just found my flow
Let's go
Baby, we just got this money to blow
So what all that money for?
