[ Featuring Jay Critch, Pi'erre Bourne ]
Aye, aye
I'm like, hold up
I'm like one's for the money
Two for these niggas that switched up
(Hold up, Spiffy on this mo'f*cker)
I'm like one's for the money
Two for these niggas that switched up
I cannot run out of money, all of my niggas get big bucks
F*ck 'em if they movin' funny, you know that bag getting picked up
If it's really drama then my shoota', he gunnin'
My shoota' tryna go hit some
That means you end up a victim
I get them racks and I flipped 'em
Run it up, gotta grind hard, won't let my mamma see me in prison
I been finnesin', you want some, gotta take some
He ain't stick to the cheat code, he ain't sanc'd up, we erased him
I get that bag, yeah, the money, it go with me
Ain't it so sweet, but I'm winnin' this 0 and 3
She in the sheets, the dick in her ovaries
Nigga it's a leak, the drip is all over me
You ain't workin', if you really want it
Then you gotta go get that shit
Remember all them days, where my pockets hurtin'
And I had to go hit that lick
There was a lot of times, thought I'd never make it
And I gotta admit that shit
But you know that I never quit
Yeah, nigga you gotta get it how you live
I got on then put my momma in a crib
We said that we would do it and we did
Now these niggas talkin', they do not exist
Checkin' another bag off the list
I see the money and I'm callin' dibs
Diamonds slow dance, shine like a disco
Grown man, I can't talk to you kids though
Shorty go down, she doin' the limbo
I'm takin' chances, I had to take a risk
Same team, ain't no new faces
All these new niggas never gave a shit, nah
I'm like one's for the money
Two for these niggas that switched up
I cannot run out of money, all of my niggas get big bucks
F*ck 'em if they movin' funny, you know that bag getting picked up
If it's really drama then my shoota', he gunnin'
My shoota' tryna go hit some
That means you end up a victim
I get them racks and I flipped 'em
Run it up, gotta grind hard, won't let my mamma see me in prison
I been finnesin', you want some, gotta take some
He ain't stick to the cheat code, he ain't sanc'd up, we erased him
I'ma keep gettin' this money, only on one condition
Gotta get Hanukkah money, this is the tradition
Every year new money, like we get to wishin'
Count up every Sunday, yeah, just like a Christian
She wanna hit like junkie, put her on restriction
I don't think Jay Is funny, we all got addictions
Forecast showerin' money, that's just my prediction
I got books of money, stacks look like non-fiction
People keep hatin' on me, Lord as my witness
You can't block my blessings, with all of your stiffness
I'ma keep spreadin' love, yeah, just like a sickness
Got this Rollie' on me, like I won the Olympics
I'm like one's for the money
Two for these niggas that switched up
I cannot run out of money, all of my niggas get big bucks
F*ck 'em if they movin' funny, you know that bag getting picked up
If it's really drama then my shoota', he gunnin'
My shoota' tryna go hit some
That means you end up a victim
I get them racks and I flipped 'em
Run it up, gotta grind hard, won't let my mamma see me in prison
I been finnesin', you want some, gotta take some
He ain't stick to the cheat code, he ain't sanc'd up, we erased him
