Money Rain

[Produced by: Matthew Ali]

[Verse 1: Mali Smith]
Damn, I heard a lot about you
And there was things being said but girl you know I got you
They never understood you
They always overlooked you
I stuck by you cause I know this shit is beneficial
I mean I get it cause I see a little me in you
Funny how we fucking and I want a little me in you
Deep thoughts on my mind 24
Wonder how my life would be when i'm 24
Wonder if it's you
Is it true?
All the shit you hearing coming out the blue
But you knew
What it was though
Never been a dog 'til i'm off the dirty mud 4
Why we had to love for?
You know shit is deeper than the way we used to fuck though
Girl I miss the fucking
Hate who i'm becoming
Swear this shit disgusting
Everything is numbing
I can't trust a nigga, you the one I put my trust in
But the lying and the judging gotta stop
I can't trust a OP
Maybe you should see it from my shoes, switch spots
Maybe we should swap
I'm just tryna' show you i'm the one that you could cry on
Stuck on your ass and you snuggled up with Tyron
Why he had to lie on me?
Need it then I got it, you rely on me
End the conversation your reply on read
Damn, your reply on read
Look, I understand what you saying
Shit you ought a do it
Best friends turned to enemies pulled a audible and
You say the word I still turn around and I buss this u'ie
He too soft and I know you missing the bedroom bully
You never really had realized it from my side
But it's okay cause I'll let it out on this joyride
Ironically i'm drinking bottles for bottled emotions
Before you I had no problem with being so open
But you a deadly weapon, cause you causing destruction
And secrets getting out of hands that was supposed to be trusted
And now I gotta watch my back and who I be around
Not everybody could kick it, this ain't a ultrasound
Take a stroll and scroll on the strip with me
Because shit iffy, situation is sticky
And keep it 150 or keep it 50 thou'
And pick the phone up, i'm in your city now
Mali Smith X4

[Verse 2: Matthew Ali]
Niggas hating on me but they broke though
Never had no love for a broke hoe
Her old nigga going half for the dime now, if he want it he could get this free smoke though
20 on the dash this a new edition
And shawty wanna fuck to some New Edition
And she love a nigga dance moves
I'm moon walking in that pussy like i'm Micheal Jackson
Trust me for this money shit get ugly
She suck me and then she fuck me cause she love me
My mood now is fuck you pay me I want the gravy
Niggas hate on the daily that shit don't phase me
11/29, Happy Birthday Mommy
I'm sorry I was broke up on your birthday mommy
This year I promise no more fucking gift cards
I'm tryna' get them checks i'll give you birthday money
Yea, back when all my niggas didn't see the vision
Cause I was doing beats that only I was feeling
Shawty held me down on them cloudy days
Now i'm on my Honolulu island feeling
And fuck them niggas in my city that was hating on me
And fuck them bitches in my past that was playing on me
Nowadays I don't talk unless you paying for me
And if it ain't 'bout money don't know what you saying to me
Best be careful what you saying
Cause you know my niggas down to fucking spray it for me
And ???
That's all I got