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So they wanna talk crazy, huh
I can talk crazy
Especially when it come to that money
I talk that shit for real
Niggas like Gav be easy
I'd rather be difficult, smile on your face and I'm serious
Feeling like Dom, beat that ass fast when I'm furious
Look at what I did
All over money made a mess of you
I got the cleaner, he's the best, and professional
Take what's in your pockets, f*ck all the rest of you
Bout that pot of gold, nigga, who treasure you
Bring it 3D to your vestibule, do you dirty, filthy residue
This drip say I'm bout revenue
Mind sharp, it'll sever you
I demolish abolish these niggas
Shit, they should pay homage
To me cause I'm way more accomplished than liars that say they ride
Ain't got no mileage, I stay on that money
Bank, Benjis, bills, bucks, yen
Cheddar, chicken the bag, bread, pesos, shillings, mula
Mucho dinero, and these guys never care, my nigga
Greedy people never ever share, my nigga
Don't come around here, my nigga
F*ck around, get yourself aired, my nigga
The money make us crazy
F*ck you mean, you sound shady
They yelling out, f*ck you, pay me
I put in work, I wanna check
All my niggas need a check
All these bitches wanna check
All my people wanna check
F*ck you mean, you sound shady
They yelling out, f*ck you, pay me
F*ck you mean, you sound shady
They yelling out, f*ck you, pay me
I'm making money, females, they hated me, want me
I am not stupid, you dummy
Niggas that's cool with me, fool me
I got the cheese, so they choosin
They tryna scoff me, they newsy
Thousand dollars for your chic like I'm boozy
Niggas tryna rob me, tryna loot me
I pull a gun, it got spooky
How much it cost for that pussy
Psyche, that shit is looser than Loose leaf
I will not pay for that coochie
Niggas will take for the money
Niggas will hate for the money
Wearing the cape for the money
I'm tryna get a stack all of my money
I'm tryna stack all my honey
What would you do for a stack
Stab your homie in the back
Rob him for all that he had
Let that nigga get clapped
Rob that nigga for a stack
Run up in your homie house
Smack on his mom and his dad
I feel like this is a fact
That's why I would never lack
Cause niggas be doing dumb shit for a stack
F*ck a stack, I'ma make mills
Selling this green in the hills
Selling this white in the snow
Niggas is never on go
The money make us crazy
F*ck you mean, you sound shady
They yelling out, f*ck you, pay me
I put in work, I want a check
All my niggas need a check
All these bitches want a check
All my people want a check
F*ck you mean, you sound shady
They yelling out, f*ck you, pay me
F*ck you mean, you sound shady
They yelling out, f*ck you, pay me
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So they wanna talk crazy, huh
I can talk crazy
Especially when it come to that money
I talk that shit for real
Niggas like Gav be easy
I'd rather be difficult, smile on your face and I'm serious
Feeling like Dom, beat that ass fast when I'm furious
Look at what I did
All over money made a mess of you
I got the cleaner, he's the best, and professional
Take what's in your pockets, f*ck all the rest of you
Bout that pot of gold, nigga, who treasure you
Bring it 3D to your vestibule, do you dirty, filthy residue
This drip say I'm bout revenue
Mind sharp, it'll sever you
I demolish abolish these niggas
Shit, they should pay homage
To me cause I'm way more accomplished than liars that say they ride
Ain't got no mileage, I stay on that money
Bank, Benjis, bills, bucks, yen
Cheddar, chicken the bag, bread, pesos, shillings, mula
Mucho dinero, and these guys never care, my nigga
Greedy people never ever share, my nigga
Don't come around here, my nigga
F*ck around, get yourself aired, my nigga
The money make us crazy
F*ck you mean, you sound shady
They yelling out, f*ck you, pay me
I put in work, I wanna check
All my niggas need a check
All these bitches wanna check
All my people wanna check
F*ck you mean, you sound shady
They yelling out, f*ck you, pay me
F*ck you mean, you sound shady
They yelling out, f*ck you, pay me
I'm making money, females, they hated me, want me
I am not stupid, you dummy
Niggas that's cool with me, fool me
I got the cheese, so they choosin
They tryna scoff me, they newsy
Thousand dollars for your chic like I'm boozy
Niggas tryna rob me, tryna loot me
I pull a gun, it got spooky
How much it cost for that pussy
Psyche, that shit is looser than Loose leaf
I will not pay for that coochie
Niggas will take for the money
Niggas will hate for the money
Wearing the cape for the money
I'm tryna get a stack all of my money
I'm tryna stack all my honey
What would you do for a stack
Stab your homie in the back
Rob him for all that he had
Let that nigga get clapped
Rob that nigga for a stack
Run up in your homie house
Smack on his mom and his dad
I feel like this is a fact
That's why I would never lack
Cause niggas be doing dumb shit for a stack
F*ck a stack, I'ma make mills
Selling this green in the hills
Selling this white in the snow
Niggas is never on go
The money make us crazy
F*ck you mean, you sound shady
They yelling out, f*ck you, pay me
I put in work, I want a check
All my niggas need a check
All these bitches want a check
All my people want a check
F*ck you mean, you sound shady
They yelling out, f*ck you, pay me
F*ck you mean, you sound shady
They yelling out, f*ck you, pay me
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Writer: Thomas Thorne
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