My Money

[Verse 1]
Don't play me about my money
I pulled up to the spot just give it to me
Don't play me about my money
I'm in the streets, i'm coming
Still shocked by how we done it
I just touch-downed last week, somehow we run it
People start to hate ya when you start to shine
I get paid so much i can't pay that no fucking mind
Ten toes down like these boys they know we gon' be just fine
Once we get that check step out the spot like we don't need no shine
I've been on my shit for so long they at least respect the grind
If we got some problems i ain't hiding
They know where to find
They put themselves in a bind
I'll fucked the world, hit that shit from behind
Lately my bitch feel like everything mine
Those that work hardest are gonna see they divine
Do you need a rewind?
Been working to hard for this shit to give up now
The feeling inside of my guts say it's time that we crutch down

[Hook]
Don't play me about my money
I pull up to the spot and tell 'em all to be one hundred
I heard the shit you dropping we can't play that shit for nothing
You changing by the dollar, that's the shit that i can't fuck with
Boy don't play me bout my money
Don't play me bout my money, nah just be a hundred
Don't play me bout my money, no doll, just be a hundred

[Verse 2]
I jumped off the porch when i was sixteen, all in
Sixteen ounces in my backpack, knew that Rock was calling
All my homies on and down or they get down to crawling
Try'na dodge the reaper
He don't wanna see me charging
I been in the game now in my prime i feel like Jordan
Way too many hoes try to chill with me to feel important
Wonder why i don't text back, i'm too busy recording
Lean all night and coughee in the morning
Forming from out of the stone
Left my old ways
Now i'm feeling grown
Feel like the game made me answer the throne
Feel like i got something they couldn't clone
Let it be known
This ain't no flick of the wrist
This murder, this 2Pac and Cris
This two dollar bricks
This is that uncut so pure that the plug don't even know it exists
This is the shit that's so loud at the checkpoint you gotta be frisked
I'm in the spot like somebody was rapping before me
Know that they gotta be pissed
I wasn't sure which of our shit was the hardest
Now i know it gotta be this
The prophecy wished
And so it was told
Now i'm up in this bitch!

[Hook]

[Birdman Outro]