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(Intro)
Hol' Up
Wait

(Chorus) (2X)
AIn't bout the money then stop it, aye
Ain't bout the money, don't talk like aye
I want the muhfuckin' guap like aye
Have your bitch giving me top like aye

(Verse)
Probably died already, I'm just serving my sentence
Crazy thing is that I can't tell the difference
Older so now i got different addictions like getting this money and fucking on bitches
Don't need no genie to grant me my wishes
The future I'm chasing not far from my grasp
Finishing school just to leave out this bitch and come back in some years just to ball on their ass
That's only one part of the plan
Shit is clearer since i got off the xans
Timid spirit till I fucked with the Klan
In the mirror, I discovered the man
Now these bitter niggas smoking itty bitty swishers in their feelings
They can't fuck with the mans
Shit, I'm not trippin'
Show love when i can
It seems like that's just what you need
All these lessons that i learned, they took a tole
Changes of the heart and of the soul
Gotta break the bread up with my niggas
If we don't share the wealth, how do we grow
If it ain't bout the money, change the topic
I can't fit opinions in my wallet
I can't buy a cribbo for my momma with all of these conversational topics, aye

(Chorus)