(2Tall)
I been in these same jeans for two days straight and made a hundred K
If rap don’t work, I’ma flip this money, I know a bunch of ways
I smoked some kush for breakfast, I don’t know what’s for lunch today
But it ain’t my birthday and I’m ballin’, so I cut the cake
I had went plain Jane on my watch, but, see, I bust the chain
And all I think about is money, I turned myself insane
I pop like this on all these songs, been through a bunch of pain
Walked in the safe, saw all that money and started suffocatin’
I went to Elliot for them rubies, them hoes cost some change
I was at the Eastern Conference Finals when we lost the game
I spent like twelve racks for them seats, that lil’ shit pocket change
I ain’t check that nigga about no bitch, I checked him ’bout my name
After she let me fuck her friend, they wasn’t intoxicated
You should’ve been worried ’bout her, but you were too worried ’bout lil’ what’s-her-name
I paid a bag for the whole school and I ain’t have to touch the frame
‘Cause I know the work ethic I got gon’ keep a hustler paid
I put a lil’ money in shawty body, I ain’t have to touch her face
Why did I hit that next bitch on the road when she don’t fuck the same?
And I got a young nigga on the left of me who ready to bust the K
Gotta get this money my any means, I don’t know no ‘nother way
I been in these same jeans for two days straight and made a hundred K
If rap don’t work, I’ma flip this money, I know a bunch of ways
I smoked some kush for breakfast, I don’t know what’s for lunch today
But it ain’t my birthday and I’m ballin’, so I cut the cake
I had went plain Jane on my watch, but, see, I bust the chain
And all I think about is money, I turned myself insane
I pop like this on all these songs, been through a bunch of pain
Walked in the safe, saw all that money and started suffocatin’ (On God)
On God