All About My Money

I'm just tryna rap

Don't piss me off, yeah?

Hahahaha

Oh man

Slaus wanna do me, we can make a movie

Co-starring me, that money calling me

Fucking baddest hoes, drive the hottest cars

I just wanna rap, don't piss me off

Yeah, she love my music, she love my sound

You know I'm 'bout my money, bitch

I can't help it, can't give you no information

I feel addicted to the drugs, I need medication

Couple of situations, more bitches, more Henny, more weed

Help me get my motivation

I'm next door to Satan, down the block from Hell

Couple verses, couple bricks, away from mills

New deal, I'ma make it work, new money

But I been getting money like everyday the first

Fuck with me, everything will work, I make magic

Big K's like guitars, Lenny Kravitz

Come to repo your life, your career is over

We do the G-code for life, I'm nice

Coke wave, where's the heroin?

Mack with the cheese, I put a mill' on

Still on, same bullshit that I been on

Montana, Slaus bitch wanna do me on camera

Coke Boy

We at it again

Montana, so vividly

Slaus wanna do me, we can make a movie

Co-starring me, that money calling me

Fucking baddest hoes, drive the hottest cars

I just wanna rap, don't piss me off

Yeah, she love my music, she love my sound

You know I'm 'bout my money, bitch

It's sunny, man, the money came, all aboard the money train

Spin it like a windmill, so quick you'll feel a wind chill

Then get it back, raindrops dance on my windshield

Scattered showers, it's raining yola, aim is my quota

I swell up in the mix of it, so you can spare the sentiment

'Cause I contradict this shit, that fly and expensive shit

Extravagant penmanship, but I never pen this shit

I just dispense this shit, it's muddy when he spew it

Chasing that scratch, low up in the Buick

Don't approach the driver's side 'cause my young boys'll do it

Put a check on 'em, long playboy, I turn Hef' on 'em

And let the vultures grub what's ever left on 'em

They say since Stack died, I went left on 'em

I just changed from half to full court press on 'em

That's no breathing room, fuck are we eating?

And we shit whatever we consume, this here's the hustler's tomb

So 'til I'm gone or them feds box me in

We on the blocks, all four corners locked, ya dig?

Slaus wanna do me, we can make a movie

Co-starring me, that money calling me

Fucking baddest hoes, drive the hottest cars

I just wanna rap, don't piss me off

Yeah, she love my music, she love my sound

You know I'm 'bout my money, bitch