Yeah I'm getting money
But I swear it's not enough
My bitch she mad at me
Because I chose it over love
Lost so many niggas to the streets
I'll never trust
Roll that Mary Jane
And then get high
'Cause it's a must
See smoking is a must
In East Cleveland I trust
And if you live to make it out the streets
Then it's a plus
Stacking hard and grinding too
But I don't get the love
But I don't need the love
And I don't need the likes
'Cause I was out in California
Way before the hype
Two fifty for a oz
Five hundred a flight
No quad pay
No Klarna
No pandemic price
I tried to give you game
But you ain't take my advice
You didn't wanna listen
And now you back there wishing
The middle of the winter
Look at all the sun I'm getting
And when it comes to getting money
Treat it like a mission
And I come from a place
Where hating is forbidden
And I smoke Weed and f*ck on hoes
You should see how I'm living
And yeah I might forget
But nothing is forgiving
House of reps and hazel rd
Is all I'm representing
And if you can't stand the heat
Then get the f*ck up out the kitchen
Yeah I'm getting money
But I swear it's not enough
My bitch she mad at me
Because I chose it over love
Lost so many niggas to the streets
I'll never trust
Roll that Mary Jane
And then get high
'Cause it's a must
Ain't never no limit to this
No gimmick , I get it
Im living the life that I chose
Momma I'm runnin' this shit
I just need mo dollars
The problem is all in the mind over matter
The pussy is wetter when moneys afloat
I can come sell em a quote
Baby you know how it go
Got what ya need indeed to tell 'em some mo
Lean back
Never do much
Just count up and cut up the vibe
And I
Give 'em the seeds to proceed but the most important is time
I'm showing em order
I'm showing em profit
I'm showing em how to get up and go get it
My niggas is wit it
The scripture is litty
It's written
No kidding and we mean business
Now let me get back on my dawg shit
Big smoke clouds and that bong shit
That ATL to that Bay shit
But the Land is where we made a statement
No statement
Just bank statement after statement
Uh huh
And mo statements and mo statements again
But it ain't enough
Got Damn
Yeah I'm getting money
But I swear it's not enough
My bitch she mad at me
Because I chose it over love
Lost so many niggas to the streets
I'll never trust
Roll that Mary Jane
And then get high
'Cause it's a must
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Yeah I'm getting money
But I swear it's not enough
My bitch she mad at me
Because I chose it over love
Lost so many niggas to the streets
I'll never trust
Roll that Mary Jane
And then get high
'Cause it's a must
See smoking is a must
In East Cleveland I trust
And if you live to make it out the streets
Then it's a plus
Stacking hard and grinding too
But I don't get the love
But I don't need the love
And I don't need the likes
'Cause I was out in California
Way before the hype
Two fifty for a oz
Five hundred a flight
No quad pay
No Klarna
No pandemic price
I tried to give you game
But you ain't take my advice
You didn't wanna listen
And now you back there wishing
The middle of the winter
Look at all the sun I'm getting
And when it comes to getting money
Treat it like a mission
And I come from a place
Where hating is forbidden
And I smoke Weed and f*ck on hoes
You should see how I'm living
And yeah I might forget
But nothing is forgiving
House of reps and hazel rd
Is all I'm representing
And if you can't stand the heat
Then get the f*ck up out the kitchen
Yeah I'm getting money
But I swear it's not enough
My bitch she mad at me
Because I chose it over love
Lost so many niggas to the streets
I'll never trust
Roll that Mary Jane
And then get high
'Cause it's a must
Ain't never no limit to this
No gimmick , I get it
Im living the life that I chose
Momma I'm runnin' this shit
I just need mo dollars
The problem is all in the mind over matter
The pussy is wetter when moneys afloat
I can come sell em a quote
Baby you know how it go
Got what ya need indeed to tell 'em some mo
Lean back
Never do much
Just count up and cut up the vibe
And I
Give 'em the seeds to proceed but the most important is time
I'm showing em order
I'm showing em profit
I'm showing em how to get up and go get it
My niggas is wit it
The scripture is litty
It's written
No kidding and we mean business
Now let me get back on my dawg shit
Big smoke clouds and that bong shit
That ATL to that Bay shit
But the Land is where we made a statement
No statement
Just bank statement after statement
Uh huh
And mo statements and mo statements again
But it ain't enough
Got Damn
Yeah I'm getting money
But I swear it's not enough
My bitch she mad at me
Because I chose it over love
Lost so many niggas to the streets
I'll never trust
Roll that Mary Jane
And then get high
'Cause it's a must
But I swear it's not enough
My bitch she mad at me
Because I chose it over love
Lost so many niggas to the streets
I'll never trust
Roll that Mary Jane
And then get high
'Cause it's a must
See smoking is a must
In East Cleveland I trust
And if you live to make it out the streets
Then it's a plus
Stacking hard and grinding too
But I don't get the love
But I don't need the love
And I don't need the likes
'Cause I was out in California
Way before the hype
Two fifty for a oz
Five hundred a flight
No quad pay
No Klarna
No pandemic price
I tried to give you game
But you ain't take my advice
You didn't wanna listen
And now you back there wishing
The middle of the winter
Look at all the sun I'm getting
And when it comes to getting money
Treat it like a mission
And I come from a place
Where hating is forbidden
And I smoke Weed and f*ck on hoes
You should see how I'm living
And yeah I might forget
But nothing is forgiving
House of reps and hazel rd
Is all I'm representing
And if you can't stand the heat
Then get the f*ck up out the kitchen
Yeah I'm getting money
But I swear it's not enough
My bitch she mad at me
Because I chose it over love
Lost so many niggas to the streets
I'll never trust
Roll that Mary Jane
And then get high
'Cause it's a must
Ain't never no limit to this
No gimmick , I get it
Im living the life that I chose
Momma I'm runnin' this shit
I just need mo dollars
The problem is all in the mind over matter
The pussy is wetter when moneys afloat
I can come sell em a quote
Baby you know how it go
Got what ya need indeed to tell 'em some mo
Lean back
Never do much
Just count up and cut up the vibe
And I
Give 'em the seeds to proceed but the most important is time
I'm showing em order
I'm showing em profit
I'm showing em how to get up and go get it
My niggas is wit it
The scripture is litty
It's written
No kidding and we mean business
Now let me get back on my dawg shit
Big smoke clouds and that bong shit
That ATL to that Bay shit
But the Land is where we made a statement
No statement
Just bank statement after statement
Uh huh
And mo statements and mo statements again
But it ain't enough
Got Damn
Yeah I'm getting money
But I swear it's not enough
My bitch she mad at me
Because I chose it over love
Lost so many niggas to the streets
I'll never trust
Roll that Mary Jane
And then get high
'Cause it's a must
Writer: Russ Hall, Terrell Idom
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid