Make Amends (feat. Don Q)

Make the money, I ain't into making friends

They were sayin', "Fuck me," now they wanna make amends

It's a gathering, let the gangsters and players in

And the bad bitches that bring their own paper in

You could find me wherever you find the money at

My hittas in the field, full of green like running backs

I touch down, delivery clean, a hundred pack

The yayo said something to me, no MoneyBagg

But we ain't sippin' no wockesha, just a pre-roll of smoke then 'hasta la vista'

Been that bitch, every day my drip look like Easter

Still won't miss

And I'm chargin' **** tax on features

I don't gang bang, but I be with cuz like Skeeter

Hella rich and I still be in the trap like beepers, bitch

If I ever catch a charge, I plead the fifth

U-B in the ER if I need the Lyft

Rather kill 'em with punch lines

Bobbin' and weave when they think they could touch mine

Bitches start the bitin' when you tell 'em crunch time

Diamond been a bully, I was skippin' the lunch lines

I'm on that, ****

I'm the type of player that would pick up a bitch with another bitch

And have them both tongue kissing the dick

Love my shooter 'cause he always come in cool with the clips

Watch a move and he gon' have you runnin' sprints in this shit

Might pour an eight to the face, my homie came home from a body

'Cause them people ain't have a trace for a case

Watch how he movin', I could tell a snake by his pace

Hit up the viewin', I'll have my lil' ones wait by your wake

Middle of the jungle, I let my jewelry floss out

Old bitches tryna come through nowadays, but they lost out

Shorty, I'm tryna fuck you, let them feelings get tossed out

Her hair long like Rapunzel and I'm pullin' it all out

They tried to replace it, but they just copied and paste

I had to get low, I only play the block on occasion

Plus, my face probably known by every cop in the station

And what they make in a year, I go and drop on a bracelet, bitch

Make the money, I ain't into makin' friends

They were sayin', "Fuck me," now they wanna make amends

It's a gathering, let the gangsters and players in

And the bad bitches that bring their own paper in

Make the money, I ain't into makin' friends

They were sayin', "Fuck me," now they wanna make amends

It's a gathering, let the gangsters and players in

And the bad bitches that bring their own paper in