Money to Make
Whole lotta money to make
A lot of these niggas is fake
I'm in it to win it with plenty of money
I'm stacking this bread and gettin this cake
Yeah
I keep it a buck, I'm winnin the race
I'm laughing I'm living the life
Cause they ain't about it, I get it in
They only wanted a taste
I'm runnin a paper chase
I stay in my lane with nothin to loose but it's a lot I could
I'm laughing I'm cappin
I'm rolling that gas I'm blowing the smoke in they face
She say that she want me stay
I already know it that she can't behave
Nobody starves so pick up the tray
I woke up I'm feelin myself today
Hittin that road after I roll up and smoke a J
Been on my grind, never rewind
I ain't got time to play
It's first of the month, I still got these bills and rent to pay
I could stress about that any day anyway
Tryna pull up and suck and fuck
She said ok
Im loving my life cause I got it made
To clean up this mess- I'm gone need a maid
Life goin my way
I snatch up a baddie I snatch up a bae
She came from the bay
She swinging both ways
Don't care if she gay
I met her in May
She feelin my vibe don't know what to say
Whole lotta money to make
A lot of these niggas is fake
I'm in it to win it with plenty of money
I'm stacking this bread and gettin this cake
Yeah
I keep it a buck, I'm winnin the race
I'm laughing I'm living the life
Cause they ain't about it, I get it in
They only wanted a taste
I just can't wait to pull up in a new coupe
Whip it no roof
Put it in cruise
I ain't fuckin wit you
That is the truth, ooh
Please tell me what you will do
For that house with a view
There's money to make
So I gotta move, ooh
Got bread off the porch
Got bread off the stoop
Got bread in the Stu
Got bread off the booth, ooh
You say to pull up
You know I come thru
I'm stackin these plates
And gettin this food, ooh
Don't do it for me
It's all for the crew
And Southside be the name of group
Sippin mai-thais, I remain in the loop, ooh
I'm flickin my wrist
I'm flippin my shit
I'm takin ya bitch
I said I was flippin my shit
I bettin that you won't do shit
These women be playin games
Nintendo the switch
Doin and chasin the same thing
Still tryna get rich
I'm whippin I'm cruisin I maintain
I never would snitch
I be fuckin with the niggas
That stay the same, we board and push the train
The rest can end in a ditch
I just be on another level
That's a new pitch
I'm dark like a sith
She drinkin a fifth
You sippin the end of ya bottle now I'm just makin my wish
There's money to make
And I want a whole lotta kids
I want a whole lotta kids
I don't be tellin no fibs
I just be winnin my bids
Straight to the top
You just a jar- I be the lid
I be so lit
I'm claiming my dibs
My baby so fine
Like Adam I gave the Earth
I'm smokin this herb
I gave her my rib
I left her a tip
Whole lotta money to make
Whole lotta money to make
Whole lotta money to make
Whole lotta money to make
Whole lotta money to make
Whole lotta money to make
Whole lotta money to make
Whole lotta money to make
Whole lotta money to make
A lot of these niggas is fake
I'm in it to win it with plenty of money
I'm stacking this bread and gettin this cake
Yeah
I keep it a buck, I'm winnin the race
I'm laughing I'm living the life
Cause they ain't about it, I get it in
They only wanted a taste
A lot of these niggas is fake
I'm in it to win it with plenty of money
I'm stacking this bread and gettin this cake
Yeah
I keep it a buck, I'm winnin the race
I'm laughing I'm living the life
Cause they ain't about it, I get it in
They only wanted a taste
I'm runnin a paper chase
I stay in my lane with nothin to loose but it's a lot I could
I'm laughing I'm cappin
I'm rolling that gas I'm blowing the smoke in they face
She say that she want me stay
I already know it that she can't behave
Nobody starves so pick up the tray
I woke up I'm feelin myself today
Hittin that road after I roll up and smoke a J
Been on my grind, never rewind
I ain't got time to play
It's first of the month, I still got these bills and rent to pay
I could stress about that any day anyway
Tryna pull up and suck and fuck
She said ok
Im loving my life cause I got it made
To clean up this mess- I'm gone need a maid
Life goin my way
I snatch up a baddie I snatch up a bae
She came from the bay
She swinging both ways
Don't care if she gay
I met her in May
She feelin my vibe don't know what to say
Whole lotta money to make
A lot of these niggas is fake
I'm in it to win it with plenty of money
I'm stacking this bread and gettin this cake
Yeah
I keep it a buck, I'm winnin the race
I'm laughing I'm living the life
Cause they ain't about it, I get it in
They only wanted a taste
I just can't wait to pull up in a new coupe
Whip it no roof
Put it in cruise
I ain't fuckin wit you
That is the truth, ooh
Please tell me what you will do
For that house with a view
There's money to make
So I gotta move, ooh
Got bread off the porch
Got bread off the stoop
Got bread in the Stu
Got bread off the booth, ooh
You say to pull up
You know I come thru
I'm stackin these plates
And gettin this food, ooh
Don't do it for me
It's all for the crew
And Southside be the name of group
Sippin mai-thais, I remain in the loop, ooh
I'm flickin my wrist
I'm flippin my shit
I'm takin ya bitch
I said I was flippin my shit
I bettin that you won't do shit
These women be playin games
Nintendo the switch
Doin and chasin the same thing
Still tryna get rich
I'm whippin I'm cruisin I maintain
I never would snitch
I be fuckin with the niggas
That stay the same, we board and push the train
The rest can end in a ditch
I just be on another level
That's a new pitch
I'm dark like a sith
She drinkin a fifth
You sippin the end of ya bottle now I'm just makin my wish
There's money to make
And I want a whole lotta kids
I want a whole lotta kids
I don't be tellin no fibs
I just be winnin my bids
Straight to the top
You just a jar- I be the lid
I be so lit
I'm claiming my dibs
My baby so fine
Like Adam I gave the Earth
I'm smokin this herb
I gave her my rib
I left her a tip
Whole lotta money to make
Whole lotta money to make
Whole lotta money to make
Whole lotta money to make
Whole lotta money to make
Whole lotta money to make
Whole lotta money to make
Whole lotta money to make
Whole lotta money to make
A lot of these niggas is fake
I'm in it to win it with plenty of money
I'm stacking this bread and gettin this cake
Yeah
I keep it a buck, I'm winnin the race
I'm laughing I'm living the life
Cause they ain't about it, I get it in
They only wanted a taste
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Writer(s): Blair Carter
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