Bet Money (feat. K Camp)

Break a line to a bunch of dimes then you grind up

Money got me sure my ass can't even hold my pants up

Twenty niggas standing on the flat all getting off

Found a jacket, get em bro, late with his head soft

Try me in the six, I'ma raise this forty five up

Shave a brick, put it back together, that's a lineup

We mix the chick, use a little cut, that's a temp fade

And if he got a chopper never ever bring a switchblade

I'm a multimillionaire, I got a couple hundred on me

And no more mac, I told the scrap, I make you stick yourself like Tony

I give a nigga my whole stash if he can take this jewelry off me

And I'm so bossy in my altar, smoking kush and sipping coffee

Walk, walk, walk

They said I couldn't get rich, I hid that money (pick up that money)

All that sideline talk don't make no money

Bout that bread, y'all niggas out here too funny (y'all niggas too funny)

Hit your bitch then leave her with no money (she broke)

They said I couldn't get rich, I hid that money (I did it)

All that sideline talk don't make no money (y'all niggas out crocked)

Bout that bread, y'all niggas out here too funny

I hit your bitch then leave her with no money

Money is a motto, if you speak it then I'm with you

Any sideline nigga, they get cropped out the picture

If you ask me, yeah I'm ready, got your hoe on a mission

Catch me running through your city like a damn politician

Boy I'm all about a chick

She don't ask no questions, boy she all about the nig

Say she want to crash so I let my partners rip

Looking at this nigga that stay flyer than a jet

They don't hear me yet

I'ma get that check, that money

Y'all niggas out here funny

You know y'all nigga on the go

Gotta have that green light gumby

I'ma fool with it though, too clumsy

On the clock monday through sunday

Everyday gotta get that money

And I learned that from the big homie

They said I couldn't get rich, I hid that money (pick up that money)

All that sideline talk don't make no money

Bout that bread, y'all niggas out here too funny (y'all niggas too funny)

Hit your bitch then leave her with no money (she broke)

They said I couldn't get rich, I hid that money (I did it)

All that sideline talk don't make no money (y'all niggas out crocked)

Bout that bread, y'all niggas out here too funny

I hit your bitch then leave her with no money

I'm like eleven of them back, give me that fucking walkie talkie

Then get lost cause when you said you'd never cross me then you crossed me

And these hoes count the vapors like biz marquee

It's since they brought me these keys, niggas idolize me

Critics criticize me, haters sabotage me

I get angry then I cut through whoever camouflaged veep

Better workers, that's my killers, ain't gonna jeopardize me

I know these fuck niggas with they could paralyze me

Walk, walk, walk

They said I couldn't get rich, I hid that money (pick up that money)

All that sideline talk don't make no money

Bout that bread, y'all niggas out here too funny (y'all niggas too funny)

Hit your bitch then leave her with no money (she broke)

They said I couldn't get rich, I hid that money (I did it)

All that sideline talk don't make no money (y'all niggas out crocked)

Bout that bread, y'all niggas out here too funny

I hit your bitch then leave her with no money