Much Money
(专辑: Angelic Hoodrat: Supercut - 2021)
Ain't finna argue, ain't nobody harder Ain't finna argue with nobody daughter You only bossy 'cause somebody spoiled you You only bossed up when nobody charging I
only tear up whenever I
start to Look where we at 'cause I
know where we started Miss me with static, you know that we brought it It's automatic like doors at the
Target Tote it at Target, won't miss our target With the
lil' beam on it, won't miss a
Martian With that lil' beam on it, won't miss a
marble Call up lil' demon, he gon' hit your marble Put up my finger and finger a
goddess Of Venus, I'm eating out Eve in the
garden Ain't no more eating out, we getting leaner now Niggas been reading now, we getting smarter Even the
odds and get even odder Seeking these broads in need of ménages Leaning on leading all gullible people To think that you hard is leaving me nauseous Bitch, I
really know niggas in pain Share my vision for niggas that can't Knew your shit wasn't legit when you gave Your attention to ignorant claims I
swear to God Bitch, I
might risk my life for this spark I
could tell off the
top, he was flawed I
could tell how he talk, he a
fraud No, these niggas won't die for the
squad Bet these niggas won't die for the
squad Bro, these niggas won't die for the
squad Bet these niggas won't die for the
squad (Squad, only one way, yeah, yeah) Put that on fin, it ain't nobody harder Bitch, you would never, bitch, I
beg your pardon Labels get fed and these artists, they starving I
was gon' be a
rich nigga regardless Big Rabbit gon' whip that brick up regardless Known in the
shop, fix your trap and your barber When sack in town, we sell rocks like the
Carter Big bro gon' hop out that fishscale, no tartar Yeah, I
could put four bitches in a
drop-top, yeah Seen the
Lamborghini, gave me slop-top, yeah Seven in the
morning, murking opps up, yeah Knockin, "Boom, boom, boom" like I
came from Sinclair First of the
month, I
hit my geeker with a
Tina I
moved on to the
yayo, I
was finished with the
reefer Fifty in this MAC-11, 'bout to shoot at the
polices I
was chilling in the
strip club, fucking up Maria Bet these niggas won't die for the
squad Copped that 850, yeah, for the
squad Bitch, you got on them pistols, but ain't gon' shoot shit, I
think you scared to die for the
squad (You ain't gon' shoot shit) Chopper hot, man, I
put that on God (God) Bet these fuck-niggas calling the
sarge (Calling the
sarge) Bitch, you got all them pistols but ain't gon' shoot shit, you gon' snitch if they give you a
charge Bet these niggas won't die for the
squad Bitch, I
might risk my life for this spark I
could tell off the
top, he was flawed I
could tell how he talk, he a
fraud No, these niggas won't die for the
squad Bet these niggas won't die for the
squad Bro, these niggas won't die for the
squad Bet these niggas won't die for the
squad I
swear to God Bitch, I
might risk my life for this spark I
could tell off the
top, he was flawed I
could tell how he talk, he a
fraud No, these niggas won't die for the
squad No, these niggas won't die for the
squad No, these niggas won't die for the
squad Bro, these niggas won't, no, these niggas won't, bet that nigga won't