Pain & Strife (feat. Offset)

Oh, yeah, yeah

You think you could hang with me?

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah-yeah

Uh-uh, Gotta make that

Gotta make that, gotta make that

Gotta make that money, man (That money, man, it's still the same now)

Gotta make that money, man (That money, man, it's still the same now)

Gotta make that money, man, yeah, yeah (That money, man, it's still the same now)

Gotta make that money, man (That money, man, it's still the same now)

Gotta get down for my thang, I push the button, I'm lane switchin'

Say she wanna look up for some dinner and drinks

But I don't trick off on them lame bitches

If you hurt 'bout that ho then I can't be your thang

Just know that we be fuckin' the same bitches

Most these **** I know do this shit for the fame

These **** be rappin', I'm gang spittin'

Said, "These **** be rappin', I'm gang spittin'"

Gang bangin', I put the 'caine in your Chevrolet (Yeah)

Smokin' on silly Bobby, sittin' sideways

Swivel seat and the center tray

I remember them nights sleepin' on these bitches' couches

I might fuck but I never stay

I was drankin' and gettin' blunted on an empty stomach

I was blowin' my life away

Now I come through drop-top, fast, and don't play

Pop and cop the stash and get paid

Do the math just like a laundromat

Now I be washin' all this cash that I made (Skrrt)

Drop-top, fast, and don't play

Pop and drop the stash and get paid (Skrrt)

Do the math just like a laundromat

Now I be washin' all this cash that I made

Gotta make that money, man (That money, man, it's still the same now)

Gotta make that money, man (That money, man, it's still the same now)

Gotta make that money, man (That money, man, it's still the same now)

Gotta make that money, man (That money, man, it's still the same now)

I get money, gotta get paid (Paid)

Came from the bottom, made it out the trenches

Then I made it out the maze (Maze)

Bought the Lamborghini, coulda bought a Bentley

'Cause I had a better taste (Skrrt)

'Member I was takin' losses 'fore I was a boss

The memories never fade (Loss)

Gave mama a hunnid racks and changed up her location (Racks)

Uh, I put diamonds on my wrist, singin' Fantasia

I pull up to my hood in a coupe to motivate 'em (Motivate 'em)

Finally bossed up, bought myself up off the label (Boss)

I can't have no conversation if it ain't opaque (No)

Mansion twenty thousand square feet with seven acres (Mansion)

I keep cool but I would cook my opp up like a baker (Cool)

I keep blues inside my Goyard just in case, for safety (Blues)

Maybach, Richard lazy

Gotta make that money, man (That money, man, it's still the same now)

Gotta make that money, man (That money, man, it's still the same now)

Gotta make that money, man (That money, man, it's still the same now)

Gotta make that money, man (That money, man, it's still the same now)

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah-yeah

Yeah

Yeah, yeah-yeah

Gotta make that, gotta make that