Bi$hop - Wor$t Lyrics

All you do is talk about money, that's all you do
Well, bitch, I need it
You gotta pour up some Henny to this shit, take it, take a nice smoke
I've been going through the worst shit, bank account up, then it just reverse quick

Got me wondering like how I meet this first bitch, I need it back
I've been giving out my love, but I never got a text
I'm in love with the money, I just don't got time to brag
I didn't rent so many places, bitch, I swear I'm exhausted

Going so crazy, they gon' think a nigga really lost it
The flow water, think somebody broke the faucet
Every single little thing I get, you know I gotta floss it
She threw it back, young nigga, get to tossing

Cartier's on, stare you down when you walking
These niggas lying in they racks while I'm talking
Trying to put Detroit on my shoulders, niggas had they turn eyes over
Summer coming, but just know a nigga getting colder

They used to treat me like I ain't really know shit
Please don't hit my DM on no motherf*cking bro shit
Tired of the fake, yeah, I'm dealing with my own shit
Bounce job to job, after school I got grown quick

Now they see me moving and they hit me, they like, oh shit
Bishop got bigger, I ain't seen his ass since 06
Got off my ass and I had to find my own way
Ain't nobody paying all them bills that you won't pay

Ain't nobody telling you to change if you f*cking stay
Thought we was losing in the end, niggas first place
You ain't seen the grind, dawg, you don't know the energy it took
The journey to the smile ain't as pretty as it look

You are witnessing a nigga who did everything it took
Zero listeners, not everybody shook
Quit another job, fired from another when they thought a nigga robbed
Counting every dollar, trying to make my mama proud

I hoping that she know that she got a problem child
Cried three times, one over a bitch
Two, I'm depressed
Three, cause I can't get most of this shit off my chest

Do you know what it's like trying to prove your parents wrong
I ain't got shit to prove to nobody in this song, swear to God
I ain't gotta prove nothing to nobody but myself
And if you ain't make me money, get the f*ck up out my face

Put my mask on, cold case in the studio, put the bag on
Zip in my pocket, swear to God, y'all better not touch me wrong
Them niggas level, can't watch, we gon' prove them wrong
Ain't nobody in this f*cking world say they put me on

I see three's company and me myself alone