Money Music

Maybe you was right about that ho shit

Maybe I was wrong about that old news

I feel like I'm trapped inside a ocean

Ain't nowhere to run, there ain't nowhere to go to

Yeah, I made a couple thousand off the Pro Tools

You did me bad, I wish I never got to know you

Always sayin' I had bitches, you had hoes too, yeah

Knew I was the richest **** you had spoke to, yeah

Knew I was that realest **** that was gon' hold you down, for real

I just spent 'bout a hundred thousand on my fuckin' smile, for real

I was avoidin' questions, but I'm finna answer now

Yes, I was inside the streets, yes, I was gon' find that heat

Yes, run up on A-R-P, I swear to God, you'll lose your teeth

Yes, if you wan' buy that feat', it's fifty thousand for a lease

Yes, I was just pushin' that pedal so hard, I'm school without my seat

Yes, I was that same one in FL Studio who made this beat

I remember back in that Jeep, young boy was hoppin' out that V

We put that button on that bag, we put that pussy boy to sleep

Boy, I don't got no enemies, A-R-P just gon' get that belt

He tried to do that shit to me, I swear, I'll send that boy to Hell

I don't think I need no partner, I run shit down by myself

I'm a top dog ass ****, all my shit be 'cross the shelf

Give a fuck 'bout what you sayin', all these bitches messy

Bitches act like ****, **** act like bitches, what's the question?

I keep Smith & Wesson, **** try to run up, I'll flip the Wesson

Beat a **** ass like it was Tekken

If I call lil' bro, he shoot the vector

Slide down in that fuckin' Scat, not no 392, this bitch a shaker

And I keep that A-R-P, if I get too mad, it manage anger

Put his ass up like it's a hanger, fuck with me, that's suicide

You can find them snakes for real if you look in between the lines

I could give a fuck about that ho, 'cause all they do is lie

**** tried to sell me that lil' Ghost, I want a fish for five

Catch me a homicide, fuck 'round, catch me a homicide

You cannot be over here, lil' bitch, you be on that other side

It's just like my fuckin' zi, we gon' send his lil' ass high

I just keep that forty-five, try to run up, beat you down, yeah

Knew I was that realest **** that was gon' hold you down, for real

I just spent 'bout a hundred thousand on my fuckin' smile, for real

I was avoidin' questions, but I'm finna answer now

Yes, I was inside the streets, yes, I was gon' find that heat

Yes, run up on A-R-P, I swear to God, you'll lose your teeth

Yes, if you wan' buy that feat', it's fifty thousand for a lease

Yes, I was just pushin' that pedal so hard, I'm school without my seat

Yes, I was that same one in FL Studio who made this beat