Renê - Money Made / Money Lost Lyrics

Yes I need a bag
Yes I need a max
Yes I need it fast
Need it like my racks
Yes I need a bag
Yes I need it fast
Yes I need some racks
Need it really fast

Money on mind when I wake up
I like to stay up and I do not lay up
Said gimme my money it's time that you pay up
She broke ya heart now it's time for a break up
So cry in ya' room or go get ya paper up
Get to the bag or go try and make up
Chase all the cash and go turn the stakes up
I take ya' racks it's time for a pay cut
Go get a bag it's time that I blow up
You childish and grown it's time that you grow up
I need a max so the plays better go up
If I gets some clout I'm putting my bro up
If I got some doubt please do not show up
Cause I had to glow up
And you had to roll up
So I brought the pole up
And I turned the snow up

Yes I need a bag
Yes I need a max
Yes I need it fast
Need it like my racks
Yes I need a bag
Yes I need it fast
Yes I need some racks
Need it really fast

I need big bank and you talking lil' money
I'm talking business and you finding it funny
Shine on the beat so you thought it was sunny
Not sweet on the beat but it's golden like honey
Wrap that boy up so he cry to his mummy
I'll kill him with bars so he know that he bummy
If he come back best be ready to gun me
No second chance no we are not buddies
I came with the skill and I did not get lucky
I grinded I studied I waited my turn
Invest in the best and you will get return
Fear in yo' eyes you should be concerned
The track was so fire the mic start to burn
I put the work in I got what I earned
Green in my name and that's green just like fern
If you put the work in you get what you yearn

I take a ride
I touch the sky
I don't need no bride
I been that guy
I been too fly
I been too fly
I said it twice
Won't say it three times I ball
I keep em' calm
I keep em' all on call
I showed em' all how to ball
I showed em' how to get tall
When they all felt so small
I taught em all how to ball
When they all felt so small

They gone try and play me so I took a different angle
Dripping from the water I ain't think to bring no rain coat
Cross em' out the picture now he at a lack for ankles
I did it for myself no miracles can't wait for angels
He ain't got no purpose run that street that leave him tangled
Leave him for the wolves thought he'd end up mangled
At a lack for air got him feeling so strangled
You don't know the past you can guess that it's painful
Still looking for the gold at the end of rainbows
At a lack for words thinking where did my brain go
Done chasing money need a Kerry to my Django
Done chasing money need a Kerry to my Django

Time after time
I'm writing these rhymes
Got green in my name
Got green in my eyes
I need money yesterday
I need paper andale
I need competition
Outta the way