No Money
Ari B bang that shit
Gotham City
Aye
If you ain't getting no money shut the fuck up
Speaking on me when you broke bitch shush up
Get the check, hit the mall, then run it up
Or get the check, count it up, then put it up
I'm guessing that you hoes like to be broke
Let me show you how to get it, let me be your fucking coach
Hoes walking around in fake designer
And your best friend too, hoe let me find out
I really don't like to hang around broke bitches
And if you hang around me, then man you gotta get it
Ain't no handouts around this motherfucker
You grown as hell and you spoiled, you a motherfucker
If you can't get it on your on, no respect for you
We had to get it on our own, ain't no love for us
Mama told me to go get it, I did just that
You not tryna get no money, something I won't understand
I can't talk to you, if you ain't got no hustle about yourself
Female hustler, I promise you, broke is bad for your health
Damn, Oh-I, Oh-I, Oh-I
If you ain't getting no money, then you need to shut up
Oh-I, Oh-I, Oh-I
If you ain't about your paper, you can't hang around us
You ain't getting no money, you ain't getting no money
You ain't getting no money, you ain't getting no money
You ain't getting no money, you ain't getting no money
You ain't getting no money, you ain't getting no money
Last time I checked, I work my ass off for that check
I work my ass off, broke my neck
So damn right I need some respect
Oh I, was raised to get it, if I got it I spend it
No I, can't fuck with y'all, cause all my bitches ball
Pretty bitch, but I was raised around them Valley n****s
They never been to college, but they making hood figures
Truskii Tru he got my back
Dropping tapes from back to back
Steady tryna run them racks
But we was broke, where y'all was at
Mama told me to go get it, I did just that
You not tryna get no money, something I won't understand
I can't talk to you, if you ain't got no hustle about yourself
Female hustler, I promise you, broke is bad for your health
Damn, Oh-I, Oh-I, Oh-I
If you ain't getting no money, then you need to shut up
Oh-I, Oh-I, Oh-I
If you ain't about your paper, you can't hang around us
You ain't getting no money, you ain't getting no money
You ain't getting no money, you ain't getting no money
You ain't getting no money, you ain't getting no money
You ain't getting no money, you ain't getting no money
Gotham City
Aye
If you ain't getting no money shut the fuck up
Speaking on me when you broke bitch shush up
Get the check, hit the mall, then run it up
Or get the check, count it up, then put it up
I'm guessing that you hoes like to be broke
Let me show you how to get it, let me be your fucking coach
Hoes walking around in fake designer
And your best friend too, hoe let me find out
I really don't like to hang around broke bitches
And if you hang around me, then man you gotta get it
Ain't no handouts around this motherfucker
You grown as hell and you spoiled, you a motherfucker
If you can't get it on your on, no respect for you
We had to get it on our own, ain't no love for us
Mama told me to go get it, I did just that
You not tryna get no money, something I won't understand
I can't talk to you, if you ain't got no hustle about yourself
Female hustler, I promise you, broke is bad for your health
Damn, Oh-I, Oh-I, Oh-I
If you ain't getting no money, then you need to shut up
Oh-I, Oh-I, Oh-I
If you ain't about your paper, you can't hang around us
You ain't getting no money, you ain't getting no money
You ain't getting no money, you ain't getting no money
You ain't getting no money, you ain't getting no money
You ain't getting no money, you ain't getting no money
Last time I checked, I work my ass off for that check
I work my ass off, broke my neck
So damn right I need some respect
Oh I, was raised to get it, if I got it I spend it
No I, can't fuck with y'all, cause all my bitches ball
Pretty bitch, but I was raised around them Valley n****s
They never been to college, but they making hood figures
Truskii Tru he got my back
Dropping tapes from back to back
Steady tryna run them racks
But we was broke, where y'all was at
Mama told me to go get it, I did just that
You not tryna get no money, something I won't understand
I can't talk to you, if you ain't got no hustle about yourself
Female hustler, I promise you, broke is bad for your health
Damn, Oh-I, Oh-I, Oh-I
If you ain't getting no money, then you need to shut up
Oh-I, Oh-I, Oh-I
If you ain't about your paper, you can't hang around us
You ain't getting no money, you ain't getting no money
You ain't getting no money, you ain't getting no money
You ain't getting no money, you ain't getting no money
You ain't getting no money, you ain't getting no money
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Writer(s): Ari B
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