Collect
Money power respect
You ain't talking nothing
If u ain't talking a check
That Money I gotta get
So please don't call my phone
If u ain't calling me to collect
I'm only politicin money
I'm elected to ball
I'm checking it all
Haters moving fast
Wanna check if I fall
That you shouldn't be checking for
Just respect it more
Say less cus less is more
Bad chick
That know who to get naked for
Everything come with the mula
From the bitches to the cars
And the jewelers
From the pictures to the bars
And the shooters
Ain't nothing these niggas could do to us
Bitches wanna blow me like some tubas
I'm getting cheese like a school bus
Gon have niggas that act like they knew us
Just cus we Blew up
Damn
Money is the motive
I'm on it
All Lat other bullshyt in the toilet
Nigga I be balling like im kemba
On the court like a hornet
Killing the competition
Making these niggas forfeit
I need my Money Every Dollar
Bad mami
Call me papa
I'm Pablo
I call her Tata
I'm getting mula a lotta
Ya tu sabe mama
If you ain't getting no money
Why u want respect
You better check it like Nike Nigga
And come correct
Told her treat me like a collar
I just want the neck
I spit bombs
Funk master every-time I flex
I'm collecting my bread
Nothing come in btwn
Money 1st what I said
If im feeling horny
I want sex with my head
Then after I wake up
I want breakfast in bed
Ima hustler nigga
Nuff money to be ya Pops
And ya mother Lil Nigga
Don't trust her or love her
Use ya rubbers lil Nigga
If loyalty ain't in they genes
Why u cuffin em Nigga
You ain't talking nothing
If u ain't talking a check
That Money I gotta get
So please don't call my phone
If u ain't calling me to collect
I'm only politicin money
I'm elected to ball
I'm checking it all
Haters moving fast
Wanna check if I fall
That you shouldn't be checking for
Just respect it more
Say less cus less is more
Bad chick
That know who to get naked for
Everything come with the mula
From the bitches to the cars
And the jewelers
From the pictures to the bars
And the shooters
Ain't nothing these niggas could do to us
Bitches wanna blow me like some tubas
I'm getting cheese like a school bus
Gon have niggas that act like they knew us
Just cus we Blew up
Damn
Money is the motive
I'm on it
All Lat other bullshyt in the toilet
Nigga I be balling like im kemba
On the court like a hornet
Killing the competition
Making these niggas forfeit
I need my Money Every Dollar
Bad mami
Call me papa
I'm Pablo
I call her Tata
I'm getting mula a lotta
Ya tu sabe mama
If you ain't getting no money
Why u want respect
You better check it like Nike Nigga
And come correct
Told her treat me like a collar
I just want the neck
I spit bombs
Funk master every-time I flex
I'm collecting my bread
Nothing come in btwn
Money 1st what I said
If im feeling horny
I want sex with my head
Then after I wake up
I want breakfast in bed
Ima hustler nigga
Nuff money to be ya Pops
And ya mother Lil Nigga
Don't trust her or love her
Use ya rubbers lil Nigga
If loyalty ain't in they genes
Why u cuffin em Nigga
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Writer(s): Christian Mccollough
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