Money

We ain't have shit so I had to get me some
I was thuggin for some days smelling like a bomb
For that money I was willing to shoot that drum
Started off penny pinching hustling for dem crumbs
Stealing jugging dealing
All them crimes I was with it
Niggas couldn't envision
Sit back reminiscing
All the shit that I was doin
Money I'm pursuing
Marijuana abusing my lungs
Fiends and crooks roam where I'm from
Focussed on them commas try na see a mill
I'm posted up with the burner on the top of that hill
Laquita and browns mill
Where lil yungn known to deal
I got it out da mud yeah straight out the gutter
Everydays a blessing shout out to my mother
Shout out to my father
Get you some of this cash cause the streets made of diamonds
Open up yo eyes cause I see that been blinded

(Everybody got 24 hours it's just a matter how you use yours)

Situation critical it's difficult goin threw what I went threw
I never ever wanted to but that was the situation
Brother blessed regardless of his situation
He still living and they dropped all of his cases
I gotta make it the ace in a generation
The rose in the cement
My head to the sky
10 toes down on that pavement
Thinking bout nun but some money
Keep serving fiends and junkies
Runnnin up then hunduds
I'm at you niggas bumper so don't dare count me out
My mamma worked a job but my daddy wanted out
Difficult childhood brought me nun but some blessings
I need a million bucks so I can stop my folks from stressing
Riding with that choppa as yungn did a month learned my lesson
Wake up thinking bout ms get on my knees and thank the lord
For blessing me with this opportunity to afford what I can afford
Now I get this money everyday by the galore



Credits
Writer(s): Cornelius Davis
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