Money Right
Mhm haters, I don't mean f*cking around
I'm just tryin' to get my money right
Turn my swag on, DJ turn it up
I'm clackin' mad oh, drop it low and take it up
(Verse)
I've been puttin'get you something, lady got me on the scream
Save a mess you wanna f*ck,
Hopin that's a rock, but it's right, mix them pictures up,
Hot line, lookin' both, phones been this pickin' up
Niggas wanna see my skeletons, gonna take em up
Shout out to my haters hate, on yeah I take em up
Head it to the moon, in the moon, wish a nigga luck,
One phone gone since some niggas do the picture up,
Beatin' after breakfast, cafeteria for lunch,
Kickin new bitches yeah they ghost a little pretty buck
I'm f*ckin' intern making business with the pleasure, yeah
F*ck the world, don't ask me for shit, I don't give a f*ck
Hook:
Grind on paper, I don't see the haters
I don't see the haters, no I ain't f*ckin' around
I'm tryin' to get my money right.
Mind on paper, I don't see the haters,
I don't see the haters, no I ain't f*ckin' around
I'm tryin' to get my money right.
And still money over pictures, dollars over niggas on
And when you bring my money bitch, make sure you bring it on
(Verse)
For the cocaine I'm new look,
No brain I stood here for quick cash,
Nigga I skip class, I'm hearin' this glock came with a ruler
Know for breaking you ..
Young flashy area and nigga
Stash from traveler and nigga
You new bitch that's my old thing,
Couple niggas rhymin' who the old things,
If they need about palm and niggas no comment nigga
Middle fingers to your .. nigga
Ahh, go, true is the OG, alone, never no cold Ds
That small, gotta be OG, bottles are thrown
I need to smell me.
Hook:
Grind on paper, I don't see the haters
I don't see the haters, no I ain't f*ckin' around
I'm tryin' to get my money right.
Mind on paper, I don't see the haters,
I don't see the haters, no I ain't f*ckin' around
I'm tryin' to get my money right.
I'm tryin' to get my money right.
Hey y'all the trees color ametist
F*ck then I sent your girl back with damages
Flyin' shit, causing low atmosphere preferences
Rappers all think they whack flow is be a comparison place
Cut the bullshit I say to yourself the embarrassment
Crookets got when the lockers out but it's hard enough
High as f*ck, drivin' in pet sirens I got the try love,
More or less rappers be hatin' but they still know what's fresh
Paper gang, verses they panting
It's like this .. everything
Niggas is talking shit, f*ck it, tell em bring
Everyone, bet I flick every switch off like ..
Tryin' around the globe for a large amount to go
I got droppin on them hoes, got my dollars in the flow
What's up!
Hook:
Grind on paper, I don't see the haters
I don't see the haters, no I ain't f*ckin' around
I'm tryin' to get my money right.
Mind on paper, I don't see the haters,
I don't see the haters, no I ain't f*ckin' around
I'm tryin' to get my money right.
I'm tryin' to get my money right.