Niice (feat. Quavo & Paul Wall)

Money comin' in Money comin' in Money comin' in Oh I love this shit Hella drugs and shit Her pussy so tight, made the rubber rip Real D-boy, I got a dub to flip And the coke so clean, I don't cut the shit I'm young, fuck your life I got a hundred lights I got a dirty ass bottle and a cup of ice When it's dry in the city then I up the price Why you got a gun on you if you tuck your ice I took all fifty but one was light When you ridin' like this then you run the lights I'm in the H-Town, I miss Mr. Niice The good die young, you better live your life Now I'm back in the city where the shit don't stop I'mma blow the house up 'til my shit get popped My stomach get to hurtin' when the shit get lost We do the touchdown dance when we get it across Two girls in my S-Class Twenty pack in the black bag Hundred grand in my backpack Yeah, we get real trap money, fuck a rap check Dog, I don't ever wanna be broke again I take two big puffs and I hold it in I'm on the Golden Gate Bridge on my way to Marin I been in the game, I just pray that I win Ridin round with the burner I'm with Berner Ridin round with the bags on me 'Bout to serve 'em Got all these blue Benjimans Yeah, I earn 'em Yeah, I earn 'em That money keep on comin' in and comin' in and comin' That money keep on comin' in and comin' in and comin' That money keep on comin' in and comin' in and comin' Money on my mind like a pair of shades Grind all week, I ain't slept for days Paper routes, I know many ways I got plenty traffic, no need for waze Stay prayed, get paid, hustler made My money too dirty, I need a maid Broke boys talk down, throwin' shade But real hustlers are never fake High grade twist up like a braid My money keep comin' like porn star Tight grip, mine sharp as a blade I got all the game like a sports bar For the money I go real far I gotta get it today, I'm not promised tomorrow Look for it, I don't beg or borrow I'm worried about mine, homie, not about your's Wake and bake and get straight to the cake Never talk down on the next man Never ever do it for the Gram Nah, stackin' up bread is the game plan Wrist light up like an ambulance Satellite plant got my eyes on slant 28k stashed in my pants And I keep my mind on bands, baby Ridin round with the burner I'm with Berner Ridin round with the bags on me 'Bout to serve 'em Got all these blue Benjimans Yeah, I earn 'em Yeah, I earn 'em Yeah That money keep on comin' in and comin' in and comin' That money keep on comin' in and comin' in and comin' That money keep on comin' in and comin' in and comin' Money keep comin' in Put it in mattress Not in a pipe though Fuckin' an actress I'm the new graduate Yeah, that's how we actin' now She want some Cookie, Lean, and Molly Now dat bitch passin' out I got that flame with me Like I stay in the dragon house Remember the Bando Trappin' that gas out the boarded house I might supply them ounces Beat the pot, Ronda Rousey Feel like I'm on the mountain I'mma rich nigga No, they can't doubt me Ridin round with the burner I'm with Berner Ridin round with the bags on me 'Bout to serve 'em Got all these blue Benjimans Yeah, I earn 'em Yeah, I earn 'em Yeah Money comin' in Ridin round with the burner I'm with Berner Ridin round with the bags on me 'Bout to serve 'em Got all these blue Benjimans Yeah, I earn 'em Yeah, I earn 'em Yeah Money comin' in That money keep on comin' in and comin' in and comin' That money keep on comin' in and comin' in and comin' That money keep on comin' in and comin' in and comin'