T-Doh - Change Me Lyrics

Yeah
You know what it is
Its Tweez
I grew up in a hard time
They ask me Tweez why you always push the hard line
Cuz I gotta get it nigga
Nah I can't get it from another nigga
You f*ck with him you f*ck with me
That's my brother nigga, yeah
From another mother nigga, look
I can't let the money change me
I make the money I don't let the money make me
I can't let the money change me
Grew up in the deep East Oakland its crazy
Niggas moving white shit sour cream daisy
Never felt the need to not get money and be lazy
Sitting in my whip hot box it get hazy
Niggas on the sideline hating it don't faze me
Keep my gun on me gotta make it home safely
Nah I never keep it on safety
Just in case they pull up on me cock it back and squeeze it
I like American cheese but I'ma Swiss cheese it
You better give me the crown before I come and seize it
Whips from the dealership I don't ever lease it
Pockets start getting low I'ma increase it
Got a lot up on my chest its time to release it
When its fakeness on the team you gotta decrease it
Bring my team the gold plate its bout time we feasted nigga
I grew up in a hard time
They ask me Tweez why you always push the hard line
Cuz I gotta get it nigga
Nah I can't get it from another nigga
You f*ck with him you f*ck with me
That's my brother nigga, yeah
From another mother nigga, look
I can't let the money change me
I make the money I don't let the money make me
Looking at a stack of money I'm just tryna make it more
Pray to God I make it back right before I hit the door
Weed spot it stay booming group of niggas at the store
When you hear them gun shots that's when niggas hit the floor
Used to think my life meant nothing til I started living more
Used to think I had it bad til it started seeing poor
Had to get my money up stash the money in the floor
Treat the game like its fruit I'm getting it to the core
I grew up in a hard time
They ask me Tweez why you always push the hard line
Cuz I gotta get it nigga
Nah I can't get it from another nigga
You f*ck with him you f*ck with me
That's my brother nigga, yeah
From another mother nigga, look
I can't let the money change me
I make the money I don't let the money make me
Bitch my name T-Doh
I'm a mogul for real cousin
I'm holding the steel you better go for the kill cousin
Come from Louisiana them soldiers'll kill something
I told you bout all that talking lil woady you still fussing
F*ck it I'ma take it I ain't asking em for nothing
Raw papers I'm stuffing that loud give me concussions
Getting high with ya boy your girl told me she love me
She suck me all of a sudden he mad, Joe Budden
You heard me your bitch is a bird she
Saw the water she thirsty
I took her to Jersey
Now we on the shore in her bikini she curvy
Straight outta Missouri like Nelly and Murphy
Wait, I think she from Atlanta
Or maybe Alabama
She probably repping Houston
Home of the dirty Fanta
But I'm from New Orleans
Minus the country grammar
So ahead of my game I'm writing it in a planner
I grew up in that hard time
They ask me T-Doh why you always push the hard line
Me and Tweez in a Jag lemon squeeze on the gat
For a nigga with a lost mind