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My Money

 

My Money

(álbum: Drankin' & Drivin' - 2016)


Seem like I run into my haters everywhere I go
And they got something to say
Long as they don't run up in my face
I ain't tripping
I know they mad at me just 'cause of how often I make my dough
And that is everyday
So I be rolling with my AK and a banana clip in
Yeah, like Derrick Lewis I'm a beast
Like Larry "Tae Kwon" Crowe I use my feet
I'll allow you because I lay down the law in these streets
No baking soda needed I am the raw of a beast
Fuck Z-Ro that hoe ass nigga ain't shit
That's a rental Bentley that hoe ass nigga ain't rich
I got a bottle of Macallan 40 I'm 'bout to pop it
Don't trade the Bentley coupe for the Continental just cop it

Y'all can keep on talking I'll keep stacking
All I hear is my money
Yeah
My money
My money
Pistol in my britches for you bitches
Y'all ain't taking shit, from me
'Bout my money
'Bout my money

Certain people at the record label tried to block my shine
But I am the sun
Thirteen years later I am not done
That's why they tripping
They'd rather see me homeless begging for nickels and dimes
But I ain't the one
This big ass house ain't in the slums
I'm out here getting it
They always got that bitter beer face
They ain't dranking what I'm dranking that's that bitter beer taste
They mad
But they can kiss my ass
I shed blood, sweat and tears for this
And this wasn't overnight either I waited years for this
Amen, I'm thanking God on my knees and my hands
You know I'd rather keep it holy though
Fuck over me you're on your way to meet the Holy Ghost
Stop acting like you know me you don't really know me hoe
You just know I got that killer kush and want to puff some more
And then when I say no you say "Z-Ro a hoe!"
I ain't tripping on gas I get fifteen or more or so
I don't even need to see that much
'Cause I come from a place where I didn't get to eat that much

Y'all can keep on talking I'll keep stacking out here
All I hear is my money
Yeah
My money
My money
Pistol in my britches for you bitches
Ya'll ain't taking shit from me
'Bout my money
'Bout my money

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