MoneyChanges

[Intro]
Uh
Huh, huh
Really in my bag, bro (Like really in my bag) (That's Jefe, man)
Yeah

[Chorus]
Money change a bitch but it ain't changin' me
I'm poppin' out his sweats, hop out the AMG
I probably woke up to what these niggas make in a week
Exotic soda, I ship it, so it make me sleep, dummy
I got it out the mud, you got the EDD
Your shit don't really bust, that ain't no real VV (Nope)
Lil' nigga, the famous bitches come lay with me
TSA'll check the bag but ain't no .8 on me

[Verse]
She swear that I'm the one, that's why she wait on me
I just picked up a box, that's why it's weight on me
How these niggas never knew me but they hate on me?
I hit my guys to the spin the block 'cause motherfuck a fade
Bitch, I'm all about the Blue's Clues
Man, there's blood on my true blues (Nigga)
Gucci bag, I hold a .40, let a fool choose
Fuck the feds, bro, I'm makin' up some new rules
Fuckin' with these niggas like a dime a dozen
I can feel it when you comin', I'm without your lovin'
Sweatpants, head tight with them jewels on
When I'm away, you hit my phone for them new songs
Why would I do you wrong?
Why would I lose it all?
Why would I do them things to make you move on?
Uh, I want it all
I want it all
I don't want a little bit, I want it all
I want it all
I don't want a little bit, I want it all
Know I might seem limp but I ain't finna fall
Man, I get the head but I'ma get the jaws
Rollin' with some paper, I'ma hit it raw
I know baby girl just said she want it all
Baby, arch your back just like a bendy straw
I might have to buy this bitch a mini mall
Little by the little, I'ma get it all
I can give you little, I'ma give it all
I got blood on my true blues
If it ain't 'bout the money then it's Blue's Clues
I'm thinkin' after five [?], I'ma hit the moon
Why the brokest nigga loudest in the room?

[Chorus]
Money change a bitch but it ain't changin' me
I'm poppin' out his sweats, hop out the AMG
I probably woke up to what these niggas make in a week
Exotic soda, I ship it, so it make me sleep, dummy
I got it out the mud, you got the EDD
Your shit don't really bust, that ain't no real VV (Nope)
Lil' nigga, the famous bitches come lay with me
TSA'll check the bag but ain't no .8 on me