Had to hop off the game
Then I ran up some game 2k go drive me insane
2k I spend on my main
Please stay the f*ck out my lane money is not everything
But I can't stop tryna get it no I can't stop tryna get it
This hoe expressing her feelings no I am not tryna hear it
Stack 100 racks to the ceiling too many rats in the building
I'm in the back and I'm chilling
She said she here for the thrilling I'll bring you there if you willing
I'll go by myself who I'm kidding
This money ain't nothing but numbers
Ain't nothing but cheese and commas
Ain't nothing but green and guala
This shit ain't nothing to me don't bother
I get these racks run it up with my partners
Don't need a shooter I karate chop ya
I'ma still do what I do I don't gotta
I might just put on these jeans with this Prada
I might just land with some steeze I'm to clean
I do not f*ck with the hoes on the scene
If you ain't talking bout chos what the f*ck do you mean
Im finna count up that bread I'm a money machine
Frontin' for Instagram that shit be funny to me
Im like that Reaper too bad if you run in to me
Pullin' the trigger like track and I'm startin' the meet
Pull up S-10 that hoe a small block Chevy
You can have all of it back it don't matter to me It's really tragic to me
All this emotion I have I lay it flat on the beat this shit like magic to me what are you asking of me
Pull up I ain't passing a 3 its like acid to me
My brain going rancid I see tryna look for the answers I seek this the best version of me
So high I keep smokin' on trees she whinin' keep talkin' bout please eyes red think I need some visine
Hellcat if we talkin' bout keys get paid so keep listenin' to me
Im clean as a dish in the sink or as my grandma wound say a dish in the zinc
This new addition of me I think I'm inna' flow state I'm feelin' this beat
I think I'm feelin' this bitch she get to feelin' on me when we under the sheets
I got a money disease I got make money disease I'm finna sneeze
I can not trick for a treesh she want a trick for a treat but she just a tease
I gave it all on my team I gave it all on my team so I had to
Had to hop off the game
Then I ran up some game 2k go drive me insane
2k I spend on my main
Please say the f*ck out my lane money is not everything
But I can't stop tryna get it no I can't stop tryna get it
This hoe expressing her feelings no I am not tryna hear it
Stack 100 racks to the ceiling too many rats in the building
I'm in the back and I'm chilling
She said she here for the thrilling I'll bring you there if you willing
I'll go by myself who I'm kidding
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Had to hop off the game
Then I ran up some game 2k go drive me insane
2k I spend on my main
Please stay the f*ck out my lane money is not everything
But I can't stop tryna get it no I can't stop tryna get it
This hoe expressing her feelings no I am not tryna hear it
Stack 100 racks to the ceiling too many rats in the building
I'm in the back and I'm chilling
She said she here for the thrilling I'll bring you there if you willing
I'll go by myself who I'm kidding
This money ain't nothing but numbers
Ain't nothing but cheese and commas
Ain't nothing but green and guala
This shit ain't nothing to me don't bother
I get these racks run it up with my partners
Don't need a shooter I karate chop ya
I'ma still do what I do I don't gotta
I might just put on these jeans with this Prada
I might just land with some steeze I'm to clean
I do not f*ck with the hoes on the scene
If you ain't talking bout chos what the f*ck do you mean
Im finna count up that bread I'm a money machine
Frontin' for Instagram that shit be funny to me
Im like that Reaper too bad if you run in to me
Pullin' the trigger like track and I'm startin' the meet
Pull up S-10 that hoe a small block Chevy
You can have all of it back it don't matter to me It's really tragic to me
All this emotion I have I lay it flat on the beat this shit like magic to me what are you asking of me
Pull up I ain't passing a 3 its like acid to me
My brain going rancid I see tryna look for the answers I seek this the best version of me
So high I keep smokin' on trees she whinin' keep talkin' bout please eyes red think I need some visine
Hellcat if we talkin' bout keys get paid so keep listenin' to me
Im clean as a dish in the sink or as my grandma wound say a dish in the zinc
This new addition of me I think I'm inna' flow state I'm feelin' this beat
I think I'm feelin' this bitch she get to feelin' on me when we under the sheets
I got a money disease I got make money disease I'm finna sneeze
I can not trick for a treesh she want a trick for a treat but she just a tease
I gave it all on my team I gave it all on my team so I had to
Had to hop off the game
Then I ran up some game 2k go drive me insane
2k I spend on my main
Please say the f*ck out my lane money is not everything
But I can't stop tryna get it no I can't stop tryna get it
This hoe expressing her feelings no I am not tryna hear it
Stack 100 racks to the ceiling too many rats in the building
I'm in the back and I'm chilling
She said she here for the thrilling I'll bring you there if you willing
I'll go by myself who I'm kidding
Then I ran up some game 2k go drive me insane
2k I spend on my main
Please stay the f*ck out my lane money is not everything
But I can't stop tryna get it no I can't stop tryna get it
This hoe expressing her feelings no I am not tryna hear it
Stack 100 racks to the ceiling too many rats in the building
I'm in the back and I'm chilling
She said she here for the thrilling I'll bring you there if you willing
I'll go by myself who I'm kidding
This money ain't nothing but numbers
Ain't nothing but cheese and commas
Ain't nothing but green and guala
This shit ain't nothing to me don't bother
I get these racks run it up with my partners
Don't need a shooter I karate chop ya
I'ma still do what I do I don't gotta
I might just put on these jeans with this Prada
I might just land with some steeze I'm to clean
I do not f*ck with the hoes on the scene
If you ain't talking bout chos what the f*ck do you mean
Im finna count up that bread I'm a money machine
Frontin' for Instagram that shit be funny to me
Im like that Reaper too bad if you run in to me
Pullin' the trigger like track and I'm startin' the meet
Pull up S-10 that hoe a small block Chevy
You can have all of it back it don't matter to me It's really tragic to me
All this emotion I have I lay it flat on the beat this shit like magic to me what are you asking of me
Pull up I ain't passing a 3 its like acid to me
My brain going rancid I see tryna look for the answers I seek this the best version of me
So high I keep smokin' on trees she whinin' keep talkin' bout please eyes red think I need some visine
Hellcat if we talkin' bout keys get paid so keep listenin' to me
Im clean as a dish in the sink or as my grandma wound say a dish in the zinc
This new addition of me I think I'm inna' flow state I'm feelin' this beat
I think I'm feelin' this bitch she get to feelin' on me when we under the sheets
I got a money disease I got make money disease I'm finna sneeze
I can not trick for a treesh she want a trick for a treat but she just a tease
I gave it all on my team I gave it all on my team so I had to
Had to hop off the game
Then I ran up some game 2k go drive me insane
2k I spend on my main
Please say the f*ck out my lane money is not everything
But I can't stop tryna get it no I can't stop tryna get it
This hoe expressing her feelings no I am not tryna hear it
Stack 100 racks to the ceiling too many rats in the building
I'm in the back and I'm chilling
She said she here for the thrilling I'll bring you there if you willing
I'll go by myself who I'm kidding
Writer: lionel phillips III
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid