Lyrics

Whippin' in a 'Rarri, I'm 'bout to catch a body This life ain't really worth it, but please don't tell nobody Find me in the lobby, uh, 5 star hotel Iced out, shinin' hard, boy that's what I know well Rap about these places but you know that I don't go there Flexin' for the likes on instagram, I tell 'em oh well Sayin' I'm a gangsta shawty, please don't check my resume All this talkin' on these records made me feel some type of way I'm a fall back partna tho cause I am not a hater But can see the life we takin' when you out to get his paper And even if you really flippin' birds just take a listen Makin' money in the street, you still a victim to the system I'm frontin' cause all I ever heard was make that money Till they catch you slippin' if you free, then they gon' take it from you I know the odds is set against you but it is a better way Made for mo' than that cause it's a life that they can't take away All I ever hear is that we do it fo' the money Stack the paper to the ceilin' we just do it fo' the money We dyin' in the street but we gon' do it fo' the money The system set against us so we do it fo' the money That paper shawty, that what we do it fo' We dyin' shawty, that what we do it fo' That paper shawty, it's nothin' less or mo' They don't understand what we do it fo' I heard like befo' I was a teen Mommy took me to the movies then I saw it on the screen They was sun-wrapped in the product, they was workin' triple beam They was cookin' in the kitchen then they serve it to the fiend So I turned and said to mommy "What they doin' that fo'" She moved in a little closer said " They want that dough" Now imagine what that does when you are eight years old And the people in yo hood say that they all know How to get it, yeah I'm talkin' give and go Fast breakin' to the hole but they move that snow They got money in the ceilin', in the mattress, in the flo' And that stack that's in his pocket, he just brought it out to blow Yeah, life I've see on the southside Grandmother she ain't like me goin' outside Good people in the hood but some'll catch you slippin' Yeah they trippin', man this thing is kinda lopsided They want the money All I ever wanted was a couple bands Kept my name in the street, they say I'm the man Pull fire on these lames talkin' disrespectful Paper ain't right, they say he ain't successful Money Mal got a bird for the summer Hit that right, they flip that twice & hit the mall a stunner Ain't got time fo' these haters, save to convo Rebound and distribute, Rondo I speak it how they live it down in that dirty water I see youngins' catch kingpins down in Florida Ask a jit what he do, he say he "get money" Ten years and parole ain't worth a couple hunned Don't care how you cut it, boy look at here All the real OG's catchin' sentences Ain't no chasin' cash, chase a better way Ain't enough racks to change your life, Jesus can
Writer(s): Berry Gordy Jr, Janie Bradford Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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