Money (feat. Jelly Roll & Struggle Jennings)

Been at it for a minute, yeah The full minute from the mud I drop (uh) Been had a couple haters, yeah Had a couple haters, but the buzz won't stop (uh) Took a bite of that pie, boy I'm an American rollin' rock (uh) What they gon' say now, boy? Still Slum and I'm settin' up shop Shop, shop, Yelawolf, Yelawolf Yeah, buddy, I'm a trailer park household name, uh I ain't gotta work another day in my life I can't complain But fuck a retirement plan Still lookin' at Jim like, "You hirin', man?" Took a vacation and spent half of the time Pacin' the floor, divisin' a plan Gotta relax But I got a big loan, holmes, gotta repay RE/MAX Got it all pent up, gotta get these bucks So I don't end up in a ski mask I'ma lift that truck, I'ma sniff these drugs I'ma go back homе where the hеat at Took a look at the hill, baby, I got real When I get to the top, I'ma ski back Like a Canadian, send it Give a fuck what you play and what's trendin' Billy's on a parade again with his Gold teeth like an Arabian dentist A Capricorn, I'm driven, limitless Can't lay around, just layin' down the business You pay today to witness admission Or you can layaway, the gift is extended, money In that big old truck, see me pullin' up, that's money Whiskey pourin' up in the Dixie cup, that's money My people in the club and they gettin' buck, that's money 'Cause we don't give a fuck, we don't give a fuck 'bout money Every time I punch in, I go to work and then (money) When I pick up a pen, I'm goin' up and in (money) When I come into town, you know we pack 'em out (money) 'Cause every time I get down, it's comin' back around (money) Every time I punch in, I go to work and then (money) When I pick up a pen, I'm goin' up and in (money) When I come into town, you know we pack 'em out (money) 'Cause every time I get down, it's comin' back around (money) She dance with devils, cranks the levels Love that bass, fuck the treble My bitch fire, six-inch stilettos Still pull my strings like Tom Morello I'ma strip it down to the bare wire 'Til the wheels fall off like a spare tire Spit straight fire out the air fryer Critics, they can blow me like a hair dryer Bad motherfucker since I came into the game They best be watchin' what they say when they talkin' 'bout me Miss me with the stupid shit 'cause my whole team is stupid lit I'm talkin' shit while doin' it, Muhammad Ali, woo Out here winnin' again The losers are winnin' again I'm sick of all these feminine men I'm sick of all these industry pretend-to-be friends, tell 'em, Yeller In that big old truck, see me pullin' up, that's money Whiskey pourin' up in the Dixie cup, that's money My people in the club and they gettin' buck, that's money 'Cause we don't give a fuck, we don't give a fuck 'bout money Every time I punch in, I go to work and then (money) When I pick up a pen, I'm goin' up and in (money) When I come into town, you know we pack 'em out (money) 'Cause every time I get down, it's comin' back around (money) Every time I punch in, I go to work and then (money) When I pick up a pen, I'm goin' up and in (money) When I come into town, you know we pack 'em out (money) 'Cause every time I get down, it's comin' back around (money) Fresh outta prison, I got it (yeah) How I did it, that's logic (yeah) Hard work and no stoppin' (yeah) Seen a problem, I solve it (yeah) Feds askin', no comment Money don't make me, I make profit Everybody feelin' hurt, Dave Chappelle Cobalt blue SS Chevelle Yeah, I'm extra hell, oh, I guess they bailed That's a epic fail 'cause I'm blessed as hell Funny to me that you dead in the water And I'm SNL on a Tuesday night I'm batshit crazy, got 'em sick like China Why all these dicks act like vaginas? I'm the guy at the bottom of the well that you wish in Come up dry, just keep fishin' How the hell is you dissin' When I bought the pot that you piss in? There's a lesson here that you missin' Hold up, honey, honey, Linda, listen If you're worth more, gotta work more Still gonna run my mud mouth if I'm dirt poor I'm a sinner, but a church boy Yeah, fuck a couple carats, I'm wearing some kind of turquoise In that big old truck, see me pullin' up, that's money Whiskey pourin' up in the Dixie cup, that's money My people in the club and they gettin' buck, that's money 'Cause we don't give a fuck, we don't give a fuck 'bout money Every time I punch in, I go to work and then (money) When I pick up a pen, I'm goin' up and in (money) When I come into town, you know we pack 'em out (money) 'Cause every time I get down, it's comin' back around (money) Every time I punch in, I go to work and then (money) When I pick up a pen, I'm goin' up and in (money) When I come into town, you know we pack 'em out (money) 'Cause every time I get down, it's comin' back around (money)