Tramp
The devil should've never made a deal with me
Now the bitch can't hang
Saying that roll with the gang (gang)
All she ever wanted was the fame (I say)
Sex, money, lies, all the same
And I'm just trying maintain
So I'm gunna do my thing (my thing)
Money is on my brain (my brain)
Money is on my brain
Never give a bitch my change
All of these bitches insane
Thinking that a na gone change
Mind over matter, that's game
Bitches got a fatty, I'm slaying
Bitches call me daddy, I'm paying
Some enemies, keep a team of em
If it about money, I'm screening em
I'm a business man, with a bankroll
Can't get caught up with a stank hoe
While I cruise around, in my German whip
I'm a fly na, with a rugid tip
Bitches love me want a hug in shit
Lovey dovey, want to fuck in shit
You know I do it, how I get into it
The devil should've never made a deal with me
Now the bitch can't hang
Saying that roll with the gang (gang)
All she ever wanted was the fame (I say)
Sex, money, lies, all the same
And I'm just trying maintain
So I'm gunna do my thing
Money is on my brain
The devil should've neva made a deal wit me
Cut a na hand off if he steal from me
I'm in da drop top coupe, wit a steel on me
Fucc the police, I know they ain't feeling me
Pedal to da medal, cuz I'm wanted by da devil
Hater want my bezel, so I keep a heavy metal
Boom bap cdddat, betta gimme da DiNero
Bitch listen when I talk, I ain't fuccin wit a rebel
Pimps up Hos down, you know you in trouble
Keep my bitches in doubles, I fucc em once n neva cuff em
Body bag a na, dig a grave, no shovel
Glock 9 blast, hate to burst your bubble
And I got da drugs, 187 on a undercover
We do not talk to police, fucc em and they mothers
Hop up out da jag, no mask on ya blocc dumpin
Ooooo, always stay in ya sumthin...
The hittas are comin, the hittas are comin
The robbers, and stealers, and dealers, are comin
We take yo shit, we ain't leavin you nothin
Run in yo crib, were the reaper be snoring
Go dump in the night, we're the reaper be runnin
Bitch I'm on fire, I'm heated im scorching
You niggas retired, my Nina be bussin
The devil should've neva made a deal wit a brother
The devil should've never made a deal with me
Now the bitch can't hang
Saying that roll with the gang
All she ever wanted was the fame
Sex, money, lies, all the same
And I'm just trying maintain
So I'm gunna do my thing
Money is on my brain
Now the bitch can't hang
Saying that roll with the gang (gang)
All she ever wanted was the fame (I say)
Sex, money, lies, all the same
And I'm just trying maintain
So I'm gunna do my thing (my thing)
Money is on my brain (my brain)
Money is on my brain
Never give a bitch my change
All of these bitches insane
Thinking that a na gone change
Mind over matter, that's game
Bitches got a fatty, I'm slaying
Bitches call me daddy, I'm paying
Some enemies, keep a team of em
If it about money, I'm screening em
I'm a business man, with a bankroll
Can't get caught up with a stank hoe
While I cruise around, in my German whip
I'm a fly na, with a rugid tip
Bitches love me want a hug in shit
Lovey dovey, want to fuck in shit
You know I do it, how I get into it
The devil should've never made a deal with me
Now the bitch can't hang
Saying that roll with the gang (gang)
All she ever wanted was the fame (I say)
Sex, money, lies, all the same
And I'm just trying maintain
So I'm gunna do my thing
Money is on my brain
The devil should've neva made a deal wit me
Cut a na hand off if he steal from me
I'm in da drop top coupe, wit a steel on me
Fucc the police, I know they ain't feeling me
Pedal to da medal, cuz I'm wanted by da devil
Hater want my bezel, so I keep a heavy metal
Boom bap cdddat, betta gimme da DiNero
Bitch listen when I talk, I ain't fuccin wit a rebel
Pimps up Hos down, you know you in trouble
Keep my bitches in doubles, I fucc em once n neva cuff em
Body bag a na, dig a grave, no shovel
Glock 9 blast, hate to burst your bubble
And I got da drugs, 187 on a undercover
We do not talk to police, fucc em and they mothers
Hop up out da jag, no mask on ya blocc dumpin
Ooooo, always stay in ya sumthin...
The hittas are comin, the hittas are comin
The robbers, and stealers, and dealers, are comin
We take yo shit, we ain't leavin you nothin
Run in yo crib, were the reaper be snoring
Go dump in the night, we're the reaper be runnin
Bitch I'm on fire, I'm heated im scorching
You niggas retired, my Nina be bussin
The devil should've neva made a deal wit a brother
The devil should've never made a deal with me
Now the bitch can't hang
Saying that roll with the gang
All she ever wanted was the fame
Sex, money, lies, all the same
And I'm just trying maintain
So I'm gunna do my thing
Money is on my brain
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Writer(s): Morie Harris
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