Tell me tell me
What's the point nigga
Tell a nigga sum
What's the point of having money if I can't get rich yet
Say, what's the point of having bitches if I'm still upset
And what's the point of getting checks if I'ma still be in debt
Say, what's the point, my nigga
What's the point uh
What's the point of getting up for a 9 to 5
If this money that I'm making barely help me survive
And I've been chasing down these riches but I'm weighing the odds
What's the point, my nigga
What's the point
I swear my bitch look like a supermodel
FN holding 30 hollows
A.G. Swamp we on some rockstar shit
I'm drinking out the bottle
Never had to take the stand
The pressure, that's what make a man
Betrayal turn into a trend
Them lessons always sinking in
Long roads without an end
Hard times will leave you jammed
Always listen to my mama
Hard headed leave you dead
Used to feel lonely
Then remember I ain't had no friends
Remember I ain't had no plays
Now a couple coming in
Last year I dropped a classic
Feel I should've won a Grammy
Daddy on the third family
Still ain't tried to understand me
Know a couple suckers turned to busters
Used to call them family
And I'm beefing with a bitch I slut
Oh she can't f*cking stand me
What's the point of having money if I can't get rich yet
Say, what's the point of having bitches if I'm still upset
And what's the point of getting checks if I'ma still be in debt
Say, what's the point, my nigga
What's the point
What's the point of getting up for a 9 to 5
If this money that I'm making barely help me survive
And I've been chasing down these riches but I'm weighing the odds
What's the point, my nigga
What's the point
Said it ain't too much to think about
Scribble out, made a vow
Told all of my niggas we gon' make it out
Just hold it down
Woulda said we next but truth be told I know the time is now
I've been trying to find the right image like a poster child
Pandemic money looking sweet but I've been holding out
Conversations with the scale I'm knowing I can weigh it out
Mailman Millz cause I stay lurking on the paper route
Wyclef in this wood call 911 soon as I burn it down
If I can't make it then nobody can
I'm trying to lead us to the top you gotta trust the plan
He's on his way to L.A. shoot the stars like mama said
I'm jumping out on niggas if he talking out his chest
The 308 a janitor it clean up all da mess
What's the point of having money if I can't get rich yet
Say, what's the point of having bitches if I'm still upset
And what's the point of getting checks if I'ma still be in debt
Say, what's the point, my nigga
What's the point
What's the point of getting up for a nine to five
If this money that I'm making barely help me survive
And I've been chasing down these riches but I'm weighing the odds
What's the point, my nigga
What's the point, my nigga
What's the point, my nigga