Ma say that money don't mean nun if u ain't living right
Cause I been outchea in these streets I'm grinding day and night
I'm tryna stack up all my chips so I can get this ice
I'm outchea serving all these feins I'm selling nicks and dimes
Why, that's what she ask me
Why u out here making all these plays, you need yo ass beat
She don't understand that I'm just tryna make some cash G
Chasing paper daily had to get up off my asscheeks
All these damn bags yea you can call it luggage
Pistols yea we gone tuck em
Choppers yea we gone buss em
Money is the discussion
Mathematics the subject
Add it up, no subtracting, cause I don't live on a budget
U know I'm going ham and so do this bitch I'm f*cking
He thinking that I'm lucky but really I'm from the struggle
Yea I done made my way out the mud, I'm in the jungle
But Imma let that chopper sing, don't got no time to rumble
No time to tussle, just get that bag and don't fumble
I'm always chasing that paper, you know its on my conscience
Yea im always chasing money cause it's always on my mind
Im outchea in these streets, everyday im on my grind
Ma say that money don't mean nun if u ain't living right
Cause I been outchea in these streets I'm grinding day and night
I'm tryna stack up all my chips so I can get this ice
I'm outchea serving all these feins I'm selling nicks and dimes
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Ma say that money don't mean nun if u ain't living right
Cause I been outchea in these streets I'm grinding day and night
I'm tryna stack up all my chips so I can get this ice
I'm outchea serving all these feins I'm selling nicks and dimes
Why, that's what she ask me
Why u out here making all these plays, you need yo ass beat
She don't understand that I'm just tryna make some cash G
Chasing paper daily had to get up off my asscheeks
All these damn bags yea you can call it luggage
Pistols yea we gone tuck em
Choppers yea we gone buss em
Money is the discussion
Mathematics the subject
Add it up, no subtracting, cause I don't live on a budget
U know I'm going ham and so do this bitch I'm f*cking
He thinking that I'm lucky but really I'm from the struggle
Yea I done made my way out the mud, I'm in the jungle
But Imma let that chopper sing, don't got no time to rumble
No time to tussle, just get that bag and don't fumble
I'm always chasing that paper, you know its on my conscience
Yea im always chasing money cause it's always on my mind
Im outchea in these streets, everyday im on my grind
Ma say that money don't mean nun if u ain't living right
Cause I been outchea in these streets I'm grinding day and night
I'm tryna stack up all my chips so I can get this ice
I'm outchea serving all these feins I'm selling nicks and dimes
Cause I been outchea in these streets I'm grinding day and night
I'm tryna stack up all my chips so I can get this ice
I'm outchea serving all these feins I'm selling nicks and dimes
Why, that's what she ask me
Why u out here making all these plays, you need yo ass beat
She don't understand that I'm just tryna make some cash G
Chasing paper daily had to get up off my asscheeks
All these damn bags yea you can call it luggage
Pistols yea we gone tuck em
Choppers yea we gone buss em
Money is the discussion
Mathematics the subject
Add it up, no subtracting, cause I don't live on a budget
U know I'm going ham and so do this bitch I'm f*cking
He thinking that I'm lucky but really I'm from the struggle
Yea I done made my way out the mud, I'm in the jungle
But Imma let that chopper sing, don't got no time to rumble
No time to tussle, just get that bag and don't fumble
I'm always chasing that paper, you know its on my conscience
Yea im always chasing money cause it's always on my mind
Im outchea in these streets, everyday im on my grind
Ma say that money don't mean nun if u ain't living right
Cause I been outchea in these streets I'm grinding day and night
I'm tryna stack up all my chips so I can get this ice
I'm outchea serving all these feins I'm selling nicks and dimes
Writer: Garrett Jones
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