Money on My Head
Money on my head lil nigga imma flip it
If you is a stain in my block get your brain split
I was chasing figures you know niggas never fidget
I was only 15 when I hit my first lic
Mamma told me grind hard for that mansion
Now my niggas livin lavish in that mansion
If I need that money then they'll know it's back to trappin
You know then it's back to trappin
Shordy be grindin
Niggas don't know me I'm putting that time in
Shordy be lyin fuck is she doing my nigga he slimin
So I keep it on the lows OG told me growing up you never stay alone
Sixteen I was gripping that pole fuck with me niggas want no smoke
Like a blunt pack niggas know how the fuck I roll
Shawty mad I got my cash up
Gucci on my waist and that balmain keep my ass tuck
These bitches yeah they love the way that I sing
Ya my diamonds different bling
Ya you know we stay iced out
My dawgs ain't no rats so you know we keep that mice out
Imma grind hard for that phantom
Bitch call me ugly but she say my money handsome
I want my mamma in a mansion
I want my mamma in a Benz truck
Money on my head lil nigga imma flip it
If you is a stain in my block get your brain split
I was chasing figures you know niggas never fidget
I was only 15 when I hit my first lic
Mamma told me grind hard for that mansion
Now my niggas livin lavish in that mansion
If I need that money then they'll know it's back to trappin
You know then it's back to trappin
If you is a stain in my block get your brain split
I was chasing figures you know niggas never fidget
I was only 15 when I hit my first lic
Mamma told me grind hard for that mansion
Now my niggas livin lavish in that mansion
If I need that money then they'll know it's back to trappin
You know then it's back to trappin
Shordy be grindin
Niggas don't know me I'm putting that time in
Shordy be lyin fuck is she doing my nigga he slimin
So I keep it on the lows OG told me growing up you never stay alone
Sixteen I was gripping that pole fuck with me niggas want no smoke
Like a blunt pack niggas know how the fuck I roll
Shawty mad I got my cash up
Gucci on my waist and that balmain keep my ass tuck
These bitches yeah they love the way that I sing
Ya my diamonds different bling
Ya you know we stay iced out
My dawgs ain't no rats so you know we keep that mice out
Imma grind hard for that phantom
Bitch call me ugly but she say my money handsome
I want my mamma in a mansion
I want my mamma in a Benz truck
Money on my head lil nigga imma flip it
If you is a stain in my block get your brain split
I was chasing figures you know niggas never fidget
I was only 15 when I hit my first lic
Mamma told me grind hard for that mansion
Now my niggas livin lavish in that mansion
If I need that money then they'll know it's back to trappin
You know then it's back to trappin
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Writer(s): P B
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