Money Drugs Guns Girls

This is where like hip-hop really came from, it's like for real Like, not like pop, not jazz walking around with a buncha chains on, fakin' it Pretending, like it's real (it's real), it isn't This is the culture, it's full of culture Hey, hey, someone out here, tell me, what the fuck do I got to do? What the fuck do I got to do, hoo? Hey, hey, lately everything that I do got me so confused 'Cause everything is Money, drugs, guns and girls Money, drugs, guns and girls (yeah) Money, drugs, guns and girls Money, drugs, guns and girls (uh-huh) Money, drugs, guns and girls Money, drugs, guns and girls (ooh) Money, drugs, guns and girls Money, drugs, guns and girls (yuh, yuh) Uh, fuck I got to do, to get 500 thousand motherfuckin' views Thought I had to be up in the booth, work hard Guess not, guess I'll get another couple tattoos Buy a couple coupes Load a deuce, deuce in the club, shoot, shoot everyone that's proof That I am the truth Wait, I'm so confused, do I gotta sip lean, do Xan', sip Goose? Who told me to act like this Cop that gold and the platinum wrist Feel so alone with the cash I spent Smack them hoes and then call them bitch (bitch) I do not want to contribute to that I switched it up how I did it with rap All these kids do is just listen to trap So I give them the music with lyrics attached Uh, yeah, that's my shit, bars over trap, I'ma rap like this Should I talk 'bout crack or the packs I flipped? Wait, that's not me, but if I don't do that I can't eat, so Back to I'm rich, got a million dollars I'm out here drinking that gin with the tonic Crystal, I'm popping like Christopher Wallace Women want they me vanilla or chocolate As I sit in my 'Rari If there's a problem, this pistol I'm cocking I'm king of New York, I am Christopher Walken All this shit that I'm talking, got me tripping more than a crip is in Brompton I think the whole system is toxic, guess for them this shit is mission accomplished Hey, hey, someone out here, tell me, what the fuck do I got to do? What the fuck do I got to do, hoo? Hey, hey, lately everything that I do got me so confused 'Cause everything is Money, drugs, guns and girls Money, drugs, guns and girls (yeah) Money, drugs, guns and girls Money, drugs, guns and girls (uh-huh) Money, drugs, guns and girls Money, drugs, guns and girls (ooh) Money, drugs, guns and girls Money, drugs, guns and girls (yuh, yuh) Uh, guess I'm purchasing some jewelry And copping brand name T-shirts as if I'm searching for somethin' worthy, but That's not the right call like Ferguson Missouri was Watching that shit, thinking of murdering the jury, but I cannot be a political rapper, I got to be chilling with killers and trappers A part of me think that this shit doesn't matter The other part say it's the industry standard, so Either con-form, so you can pop off like pop-corn Cop Ralph Lauren, rock Tom Ford, then lose it all just like Scott Storch You getting fucked but you can't see it Soft porn lying to us all writings on the wall, chalkboard I kept it ghetto, keep my money in my sock drawer There's no contenders, no above me, I'm the top score So it's back to perc and mollys, vision blurry, purple sprite so dirty Throw detergent on me, random women twerking on me Guess the shit is working perfectly, that's ergonomics I stick to me, y'all slur your words too much, you purple zombies Hey, hey, someone out here, tell me, what the fuck do I got to do? What the fuck do I got to do, hoo? Hey, hey, lately everything that I do got me so confused 'Cause everything is Money, drugs, guns and girls Money, drugs, guns and girls Money, drugs, guns and girls Money, drugs, guns and girls Money, drugs, guns and girls Money, drugs, guns and girls Money, drugs, guns and girls Money, drugs, guns and girls