Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I've been talking bout this shit for a while
But uh, ah
We 'gon talk about it one more fucking time
Let me tell you bout this money bitch
Need a hundred quick
'Cuz we too legit
Talking shit
Why you talking shit
Put them lips on zip
Money bitch
Need a hundred quick
'Cuz we too legit
Talking shit
Why you talking shit
Put them lips on zip
Okay I'm pouring like I am OJ
In a foreign whip with a foreign bitch
And a warrant out for that court case
It's a cold case my nigga more ways
To fuck up the vibes
Hoes wanna slide
Attached to the raps and these wack niggas rhymes
In the back of the class and I'm grabbing her thigh
No I'm tapping her ass
No I'm catching the rye
Oh, my god
Look I'm rocking with her and her mom in the the street
Bitch I'm hanging just like I'm Sadam Hussein
These bitches go 'cray when they hear the name
On the front page need update got an upgrade to my pay grade
I need to placate hoes
Popping with flows and I'm copping the robes
And I'm dropping the songs to put rocks in her lobes like
Let me tell you bout this money bitch
Need a hundred quick
'Cuz we too legit
Talking shit
Why you talking shit
Put them lips on zip
Money bitch
Need a hundred quick
'Cuz we too legit
Talking shit
Why you talking shit
Put them lips on zip (look listen)
Off rap it's a shame that
All y'all niggas off brand and I'm on that
Make a deal no contract
Contact make a nigga see eye to eye
I put glasses on the table
Y'all just sit till I arrive
Make sense nigga
I make cent nigga
All upon the dollar take em to the pen nigga
Cuz she been crashing at my pad take a note bitch I hope
Y'all would've listened when he spoke murder wrote
Hoping for the day where I stutter
I fly not flutter
Take 'em to the grave on my momma Calcutta
Uh, gotta lotta time to judge not to love
They've been tryna take me to the fucking judge then I run
Yeah my seat's full up inside of rooms full of people
That wanna see me falter when I preach like the steeple
Ah damn, the truth is divine
Put a line through the sign nigga we is unequal
I'm a cut above the rest of these other brother's best
It's this shit asbestos the songs hot no sweat bitch
I'm repping myself and my motherfucking name
John Michel say it loud I'm like freedom when it ring
A vision in my head where I can but then you can't
Make me wanna pop my lid pressure builds coke no can
Cuz she's outta her brain when she's all upon these substances
Autopilot train off track nigga fuck that shit
Now where the fuck my money at nigga?
I've been waiting too fucking long for your
Punk stupid fucking ass to come through
With a dime for your old lady nigga
Now I ain't gon ask you one more fucking time
Where the fuck it is
Let me tell you bout this money bitch
Need a hundred quick
'Cuz we too legit
Talking shit
Why you talking shit
Put them lips on zip
Money bitch
Need a hundred quick
'Cuz we too legit
Talking shit
Why you talking shit
Put them lips on zip
Money bitch
Need a hundred quick
'Cuz we too legit
Talking shit
Why you talking shit
Put them lips on zip
Money bitch
Need a hundred quick
'Cuz we too legit
Talking shit
Why you talkin shit
Put them lips on zip
I want my money nigga
I need my money nigga
Now I ain't gon say it again lil nigga
Give me my mother fucking money before I do something about it