Lyrics:
tryna scrap? You a bore
Now I'm sleepy (Sleepy)
Got up out the shell, now I'm free at last
(Free at last) tried to get the kid killed
Ain't no plan B for
a hunnid the freeway
I ain't got no time to waste
I ain't got no time to wait
Gettin paper on the daily
I remember times that I had no money to play
Makin
, then I ain't getting by
If I ain't getting paid, then homie it's a problem
The problems that I got only money can solve 'em
Money never sleeps, money
Are you ready?
If you ain't got no money, take yo' broke ass home, you say it
"If you ain't got no money, take yo' broke ass home"
Drink slow to feed the nose
You know he likes to get blown
Has he got enough money to spend?
Leave? No! He's to and fro
He doesn't like it when
Ya got to know the boy futuristic, ain't it?
My work can make the J's do the jump, man can't it?
You got to know this the remix right here
Grand
Ya got to know the boy futuristic, ain't it?
My work can make the J's do the jump, man can't it?
You got to know this the remix right here
Grand
How I get off the rip
Gotta break bread just to make bread
Got the trap boomin' for the base heads
I'm just trying to get my money up
Picture me
just spend it like it's nothin'
Ain't no way they spend how much they say cause they just bluffin'
I got so much
I got so much money I think I
the money, ain't nothin' changed but the money (Uh)
Ain't nothin' changed but the money, ain't nothin' changed but the money (Uh)
They say that I changed, but
Are you ready?
If you ain't got no money, take yo' broke ass home, you say it
"If you ain't got no money, take yo' broke ass home"
I do my thang
You ain't got no red stripes on your kicks
I do my thang
You ain't got no Audemar on your wrist
I do my thang
You don't walk around
I got some killers so don't push me
Juicy J be on some mob shit
Waitin' by your door step hot in the bullshit
If it comes down to it ain't no thang
ain’t sh*t
Cause I ain’t seen a target
That I can’t hit and that’s real sh*t
And that’s just for the money bag
I got the upper hand, bullsh*t not coming
See they ain't fuckin with my hustle (Fuckin' with my hustle)
I'm making money by the busload (Money by the busload)
And you don't really wanna
nowhere
As I roam this wretched land
Guided only by the fire
And the trail of the lawman
They call me Drifter
Sometimes worse
But I got a name
It ain't
told me
They took your fake Rollie
And Nick Cannon chain
And you ain't go and grab ya Nick
Bag and let no cannon bang
The man who got ya shit never
Got
to the web
Bitch ain't gotta hit the track, ain't gotta give no tricks no head
Ain't got to give no tricks, no pussy, just cameras and screams
Easiest money
a drug
Money, money, money
You ain't got it then you stuck
Money, money, money
Changing people that you love
Money, money, money
You can never get enough
Ayo AP what they talking bout (Huh)
Tell em if it ain't bout no money I don't wanna hear bout it (no)
Let em know I got contracts on my desk right
comin through got paper gotta have it
Under my damn bed
And Im flippin red
If I get caught with keys I goin fed
But that ain't on my mind
No Im not
Always wanna holler (holler)
But they ain't got no dollars
Girls, get your money (get your money)
All my girls, get your money (get your money)
All
these days
I got money these days
I ain't giving no fucks Fuck these
Really rocking out because I been stoned like kryptonite
Willy knocking out because
a sucka, metal in the duffel
I'm all about my chips, I gets my ruffles
Joey I got ya, these boyz bluffing
I'm doin' the Hulk Hogan but they ain't sayin'
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