I'm tired of your talking, I'm tired of all the arguments
I'm tired of it all, shit, I'm tired of it
I still want the best for you, I just can't be next to you
I just can't be near you, I just can't be right there with you
Given me headaches even though I just want Gucci snakes
Given me headaches, yeah, Imma need to put the brakes
On this bitch, take a break from your shit, Imma trynna get rich
Not trynna dig a ditch, I needa move, I got the itch
A bitch about my money, money
You know that I'm money hungry
Pop an addy, like it's Monday
Eat it like a gummy, yummy
Not here to be comfy, comfy
You know I'm bout my money
Always been money hungry
Money hungry
Cut from a different cloth, that I know
I'm a different breed, and it shows
You can see it my walk, You can hear it in my talk
Pop an addy in the morning to release my stress
Got too much in my head, got a lot on my plate
I'm a hustler baby, I avoid the fake
I'm quick to cut you off, yeah, that's my motto yeah
And it shows yeah, that I know, I'm.
A bitch about my money, money
You know I'm money hungry
Pop an addy, like it's Monday
Eat it like a gummy, yummy
Not here to be comfy, comfy
You know I'm bout my money
Always been money hungry
Money hungry