Money Fein

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah (Got more AztroInTheCut)
Yeah

[Chorus]
Trap jumpin' like a trampoline, ayy (Like a trampoline)
Don't need a nigga, got my own cheese, ayy (Got my own cheese)
Hit the sticky, make your shoulder lean, nigga (Make your shoulder lean)
Just in three months, I made a hundred G's, nigga (Made a hundred G's)
You ain't never seen a hundred P's
I know for damn sure I served a hundred fiends (Yeah, yeah)
Eatin' oxtail and cabbage, like my money green (Like my money green)
Boy, that cheese give me a high, I'm a monеy fiend (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, hustle, hustlе, hustle, that shit in my genes (That shit in my genes)
I'll bust a stupid buster, got it in my jeans (Grr, baow)
I don't fuck with them lil' suckers, they not with my team (They not with my team)
Hit that ho without a rubber, she pulled a Billie Jean (Damn, she pulled a Billie Jean)

[Interlude]
Yeah (Hit that ho without a rubber, she pulled a Billie Jean)
Ho pulled a Billie Jean, man (Damn)
Uh (Damn, damn, damn), yeah

[Verse 2]
She thought I was the one (Uh)
Tried to put that damn baby on me, bitch, you dumb (Fuck)
Runnin' through these backends, it's cuttin' up my thumb (Uh-huh)
Inhalin' gas pack in, it's fuckin' up my lungs
Your bitch love my song (Uh)
I ain't even said a word, that ho was comin' out her thong (Comin' out her drawers)
Niggas ain't show no love when I first came out with songs (When I dropped my shit)
Went to jail for some petty shit, came out on bond (I was out the next morning)
Takin' pictures with that check, but that's not your funds (But that's not yours)

[Chorus]
Trap jumpin' like a trampoline, ayy
Don't need a nigga, got my own cheese, ayy (Got my own cheese)
Hit the sticky, make your shoulder lean, nigga (Brr)
Just in three months, I made a hundred G's, nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You ain't never seen a hundred P's
I know for damn sure I served a hundred fiends
Eatin' oxtail and cabbage, like my money green (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Boy, that cheese give me a high, I'm a money fiend (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Outro]
Trap jumpin' like a trampoline, ayy
Don't need a nigga, got my own cheese, ayy
Hit the sticky, make your shoulder lean, nigga
Just in three months, I made a hundred G's, nigga
You ain't never seen a hundred P's
I know for damn sure I served a hundred fiends
Eatin' oxtail and cabbage, like my money green
Boy, that cheese give me a high, I'm a money fiend