Make A Lot

I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money

I make a whole lot of money
I blow a whole lot of paper
We fit each other right, like a Blazer
Yeah, yeah, yah

We argue, we fight, and we fuss
And we fuck and we mugging each other
I eat it, I lick it
I treat it, I don't wanna leave it defeated
Come on and fuck on me
Run from me, buck on me, yeah
Put luck on me, pull up on me
Feel ups on me, suck gifts on me
Fuck is you hating for?
I am so different, come have a tour
I caught him disturbing the peace
And I left him extinct, like a dinosaur
Drowning in that mud like a muh'fucking rhinoceros
I didn't think that she was a freak, but she kinda was
Yeah, she was a freaky little bitch
I didn't get a chance to even eat that little bitch
Do you mind if I keep that little bitch
I'm gone, when I fuck a bitch, I'm straight outta the trenches
Do you mind if I need that little bitch?
Do you mind if I feed her to the clique?
If you mind, I don't ever wanna be rich
And I'ma rip that money up with my clique like a pick, yeah

I make a whole lot of money
I blow a whole lot of paper
We fit each other right like a Blazer
Yeah, yeah, yah

I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money

Racks on racks, on racks on racks, on racks on racks, on racks on racks
Hit it from the back and I can't see nothing like a cataract
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yah
Standing back, looking like I'm bamming it
Smoking packs, looking at you running that
I'ma die looking at your humble ass
Come in, baby, that's my mama, baby
My heart racing, and I'm so impatient
Call Metro and let leak Speed Racer
Cook that dope up, but no Easy Baker
I swear to God, I only fucked I didn't cake her
I was too busy buying acres
That's my bitch, nigga, that's my bitch
She can never come fuck you if she's my bitch
Gold VVS', I go Mitch
And I swear you gon' get hit if it's a hit
Bitch, I've been the boss of ever since
All my fucking cups dirty like a ditch
I'm in beast mode, like Marshawn Lynch
And if it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense
But me? I swear

I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money

I make a whole lot of money
I blow a whole lot of paper
We fit each other right like a Blazer
Yeah, yeah, yah