歌词
[Verse 1]
Send the money and keep callin'
And I've been making plays all day, servin' all in them hallways
No project when we parlay
They hit you when you down, just imagine when you ballin'
Momma told me that they all fake
Yeah she told me that they all trade
And I know they say, "Infamy"
She told me that they all fake
When I ate make sure my dogs ate, and I know they save for me
[Verse 2]
This year will be a lil' different I put marble in my kitchen
Heated floors in the bathroom, so I'm dryin' as I'm drippin'
Full bar in the basement bass is bumpin' while I'm sippin'
And the living room's my next project, no more project livin'
Wasn't always condominiums with condoms in 'em'
I saw incinerators that had more than garbage in 'em
Be careful who you talk that trash to revolvers spinnin' in
Sip the pillow talk don't get zipped up involvin' women
Just bought a thousand dollar comforter set, my cuddle's in check
It's just a white wall till I'm watchin what I wanna project
Still sixteen in the nightstand, I keep one in the neck
Come up them steps and leave with everything but some of your breath
I used to coexist with roaches, smoke roaches, no more roaches
I'm more roached out, I was buggin' when I wrote you this
The say if money don't change you then you don't make enough
It's true, my fingers ain't the same with all these paper cuts
[Verse 3]
Send the money and keep callin'
And I've been making plays all day, servin' all in them hallways
No project when we parlay
They hit you when you down, just imagine when you ballin'
Momma told me that they all fake
Yeah she told me that they all trade
And I know they say, "Infamy"
She told me that they all fake
When I ate make sure my dogs ate, and I know they save for me
[Verse 4]
I'm drinkin' a Arnold Palmer
But my wife's pomegranate, she got
Just conversatin' in the kitchen, ugh
As I pull on my granite countertop
Used to watch Michael and Horace Grant a lot
Nineteen inch in a shelter, true story
Now my crib two stories
I could tell you stories
'Bout being a older side of sex
Our checks had cheese but it was real
I wish I creep past my own Michelle without the bell bros
Show you I can easily turn 'em Yeezys to shell toes
I'm strapped like my Balenciaga velcros
Knee deep, I got some Lady Gaga on my elbows
They say if money ain't change you, you ain't make enough
I'm still the same, I'm drinking Ace out of paper cups
[Verse 5]
Send the money and keep callin'
And I've been making plays all day, servin' all in them hallways
No project when we parlay
They hit you when you down, just imagine when you ballin'
Momma told em that they all fake
Yeah she told em that they all trade
And I know they say, "Infamy"
She told me that they all fake
When I ate make sure my dogs ate, and I know they save for me
Written by: Joell Ortiz
