Money Is the Root of All Evil

I just, want the, fucking, money
I just, want the, fucking, wooh

Still chase that bag within the night time
If you wave that flag nigga yo life mine

Separate self from your frenemies
I'm the living proof of what all these Niggas pretend to be
These niggas dab in the insta beef
Hope that when we link these niggas still Have the same energy
Can't show these rappers no sympathy
Drum on the choppa now that bitch clap Like a symphony
I was outside where them hittas be
Police ass nigga you just outside where The witness be
Aye
These boys be capping for real
(These boys be capping for real)
These boys ain't trapping for real
(These boys ain't trapping for real)
Was taught always be on my guard if you Lack you get killed
(If you lack you get killed)
Before I let you starve I'll get back in that Field
(I'll get back in that field)
Slept on the floor cause the mattress was filled
(Cause the mattress was filled)
Ima pour up a four after cracking the seal
(After cracking the seal)
Smoke me a tester this batch you gone Feel
(This batch you gone feel)
I done ran up a check cause that last shit Was real
(Cause that last shit was real)
Dressed in vintage baby this ain't no Burberry
Heard the oppositions say they gone Murder me
I got some that leave a wife beater Burgundy
All my youngins they gone step like Fraternities aye
That .223 be a scary sight
I pour the lean in a cherry sprite, yeah
All of my bitches be from different origins So if I'm come thru bitch I ain't staying The night
Heard my potna wishing death on me
Babymoma put a hex on me
(Yeah)
I can't trust these niggas or these bitches That's the reason why I keep this tec on Me
(Kel tec)
Ina kitchen like I'm Boyardee
Whipping you can't get the recipe
(Whip it)
I'm up early every morning why cause it's a couple tweakers that invest in me
Fasho
(Fasho)
7 6 2s know that we bust those
(Know that we bust those)
Pussy boi can't sit with us cause we cut throat
(Can't sit with us cause we cut throat)
Call a bitch to set him up cause he trust hoes
(Cause he trust hoes)
Ran down ona nigga I smell like gun smoke
(I smell like gun smoke)
Wanna shine but I still lurk where the sun don't
(I still lurk where the sun don't)
Told his niggas that he love em it's lust tho
(It's lust tho)
Tried to play his tape but that shit aint bump tho
(That shit aint bump tho)
Pack came in like weave cause I'm getting bundles
(I'm getting bundles)
I plugs aye
I don't go anywhere that my gun can't
(I don't go anywhere that my gun can't)
Get a whiff of this dope now he numb faced
(Now he numb faced)
She know gas what I smoke how them drugs taste
(How them drugs taste)
Fuck the game like my hoe this a love hate
(This a love hate)
I can't help I grew up in the slums bae
(I can't help I grew up in the slums)
Always lingered around where the thugs lay
(Bitch you know I'm somewhere where them thugs lay)
Think he tough at least that's what his thumbs say
(Think he tough at least that's what his thumbs say)
Social wolfing gone turn into gun play

I just, want the, fucking, money
I just, want the, fucking, wooh

Still chase that bag within the night time
If you wave that flag nigga yo life mine