Money Music

[Intro]
(Money)

[Verse 1]
Maybe you was right about that ho shit (You was right)
Maybe I was wrong about that old news (Skrrt, skrrt)
I feel like I'm trapped inside the old shit (Skrrt, skrrt)
Had nowhere to run and ain't nowhere to go to
Yeah I made a couple thousand off the Pro Tools (Skrrr)
You did me bad I wish I never got to know you (Yeah)
I was saying I had bitches, you had hoes too (Yeah)
Yeah, knew I was the richest nigga you had spoke to (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Yeah, knew I was that realest nigga that was gon' hold you down for real (For real)
I just spent bout a hunnid thousand on my fuckin' smile for real (On my fuckin’ smile for real)
I was avoiding questions, but I'm finna answer now
Yes, I was inside the streets, yes, I was gon' fire that heat (Yeah)
Yes, run up on ayerp, I swear to God, you'll lose ya teeth
Yes, if you want buy that feat', it's fifty thousand for a lease
Yes, I was just pushing that pedal so hard, I'm scooting out my seat
Yes, I was that same one in FL Studio who made this beat (Yeah, Yeah)

[Verse 2]
I'm ridin' back in that G, young boy was hoppin' out that V
We put that button on that back, we put that pussy boy to sleep
Boy, I don't got no enemies, ayerp just gon' give that belt
He tried to do that shit to me, I swear I'll send that boy to hell
I don't think I need no partner, I walk shit down by myself (Yeah)
I'm a top dog ass nigga, all my shit be 'cross the shelf
Give a fuck 'bout what you sayin', all these bitches messy
Bitches act like niggas, niggas act like bitches, what’s the question?
I keep Smith and Wesson's, niggas tryna' run up I'll flip the Wesson
Beat a nigga ass like it was Tekken, if I call lil' bro he'll shoot the Vector
Slide down on that fuckin' scat, not no 392, this bitch a shaker (This bitch a shaker)
And I keep that ARP, if I get too mad it manage anger
Put his ass up like it's a hanger, fuck with me that's suicide
You can find them snakes for real if you look in between the lines
I could give a fuck about that ho 'cause all they do is lie
Nigga tried to sell me that lil' ghost, I want a Fisher Five
Catch me a homicide, fuck 'round catch me a homicide
You can not be 'round here lil' bitch, you be on that other side
And just like my fuckin' za, we gon' send his lil' ass high (Yeah)
I just keep that .45 try to run up bitch you dying, yeah (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Yeah, knew I was that realest nigga that was gon' hold you down for real (For real)
I just spent bout a hunnid' thousand on my fuckin' smile for real
I was avoiding questions but I'm finna answer now
Yes, I was inside the streets, yes, I was gon' fire that heat
Yes, run up on ayerp I swear to God, you'll lose ya teeth (Yeah)
Yes, if you want buy that feat' it's fifty thousand for a lease (Yeah)
Yes, I was just pushing that pedal so hard, I'm scooting out my seat (Yeah)
Yes, I was that same one in FL Studio who made this beat (Yes, yeah)

[Outro]
(Money, music)