No Privacy

[Intro]
'Bout a bitch
Money fiend, I get excited when them dollars hit
'Bout a bitch, fuck a nigga (Elusive)
I don't get no privacy (T2T)

[Chorus]
I be check chasin', never stressin' 'bout a bitch (Never)
Money fiend, I get excited when them dollars hit (On gang)
He ain't got no motion, but be rappin' 'bout the shit (The fuck?)
Crackers kicked in the crib 'cause we was trappin' out that bitch (On gang)
Hatin' 'cause I'm up, I thought you was proud of me (You was proud of me)
Tell me that you love me, come on, baby, lie to me (Come on, baby, lie to me)
I'm the real ticket, nigga, fuck the lottery (On gang)
That money always here, I never get no privacy (Yeah, huh?)

[Verse]
Niggas rappin' 'bout that chicken, but don't never spend it (But don't never spend it)
This past month, I blew a ten on other niggas' bitches (On other niggas' bitches)
Greatness don't come overnight, you gotta stay consistent (Yeah)
You can put me next to Shaq, bitch, I'm still gon' be the biggest (On gang)
I keep my bitches ass up, face down (Face down)
I'm a soldier, I survived when I got hit with K rounds (On gang, nigga)
Free K3, I hate he had to lay down (Free my nigga)
Check chasin', say you need what? I'm on the way now (Yeah)
Hit the club and fuck it up, we do that shit for fun (Do that shit for fun)
You ain't gang? I don't fuck with you, nigga, Big Sean
I just dropped a Kobe and it came back LeBron (And it came back LeBron)
With that dope, I do magic like I'm wavin' 'round a wand, pussy (Yeah)
What you need? We got it (Huh?)
It's Jimm, bitch, I'm the hottest (Bitch, I'm the hottest)
I smoke exotic
All this cheese, but it ain't cottage (Huh?)
She got good head, I can tell she went to college (On gang)
All these dubs on me, this shit can't fit in no wallet (Fuck)
Yeah, this money got me trippin' out this bitch, I need it badly (Badly)
My nigga playin' with that cheese, put lil' bruh 'nem on your ass (Frrt)
We don't stretch shit, everything I touch straight glass, nigga (Yeah, on gang)
I can teach you lil' niggas somethin', come to class

[Chorus]
I be check chasin', never stressin' 'bout a bitch (Never)
Money fiend, I get excited when them dollars hit (On gang)
He ain't got no motion, but be rappin' 'bout the shit (The fuck?)
Crackers kicked in the crib 'cause we was trappin' out that bitch (On gang)
Hatin' 'cause I'm up, I thought you was proud of me (You was proud of me)
Tell me that you love me, come on, baby, lie to me (Come on, baby, lie to me)
I'm the real ticket, nigga, fuck the lottery (On gang)
That money always here, I never get no privacy (Yeah, huh?)

[Outro]
T2T, nigga
Fuck a nigga, huh, huh