Clouds - Money Maker Lyrics

Yeah!
For these drugs I have a thirst
I was only eleven when I popped my first perck
I was only f*cking twelve when I started moving work
Rest in peace to all my dead ones, wish they never saw the dirt
You passing me the tool imma shoot it like I'm Dirk
Popped a f*cking seal of a sixteen, pour a third
Got it from my homies grandma she don't even know the worth
I can say she is the plug cause from her I got these perks
Damn!
Now this bitch asking me
When will I quit? Cause I'm just a f*cking fiend
Shit
And some help is what I need
But what good is help when I wanna do these things?
F*ck
Can she really love a fiend?
She couldn't open me, cause she couldn't fit the key
And I just start to think "When will this kill me?"
When will all this shit put me under six feet?
And I'm asking for forgiveness hoping God can hear my sound
Had to slow down with them drugs, almost put me in the ground
And I love my f*cking homies cause you know they always down
Bitch I came up from the ground, obstacles I had to mount
And I'm finally making money, you can check my bank account
Making money, making money
Making money, making money
Making money, making money
I had to make money cause I came from nothing
Making money, making money
Making money, making money
Making money, making money
I had to make money cause I came from nothing
I had to make money cause I came from nothing
I had to make money cause I came from nothing
I had to make money now I got me something
These bitches done love me
I'm f*cking your honey
I f*ck any bitch that I want with no money