Worth It
You really must not know who you been fucking with
Frankie all about the dollars fuck the other shit
When I eat we all eat
When I drink we all drink
And I'm trippy so you know I keep my brothers lit
Couple tabs for trip
Couple hoes for they lips
I ain't never worried about the pussy though
Paper chasing getting rich
Never had to chase a bitch
Where ever the money is is where the pussy go
But I never dropped a penny on these hoes
I got plenty of these hoes
Way to many of these hoes
Pen to the pad I got plenty of these flows
Watch me run the game like I know plenty of these codes
Never had to cheat don't even start it
I been better than you niggas since I started
I been tryna be polite
But since I copped the softest white
You'll ever see
I been feeling like that hardest
Lord not a rapper
I'ma money hungry artist
R.I.P. to all my niggas that's departed
In the middle of the race my real niggas keeping pace
Had to leave them phony niggas where we started
I ain't really wanna do it but they couldn't hold me down
Now they never show they faces when they know that I'm in town
When my niggas see him
They like "We should do em dirty"
Better thank me
Cause I'm usually the one that calm em down
He ain't worth it
Hating niggas they the ones I think thats worthless
Hating on the real niggas cause they see us working
And we stacking paper and they know they pockets hurting
He ain't worth It
Hating niggas they the ones I think is worthless
They some bitches and I know one thing for certain
If he try to cross me
You can bet he'll see the curtains
He ain't worth it
Nah, he ain't worth it
Agh
When my niggas see him they like "we should do him dirty"
Better thank me
Cause I'm usually the one that calm me down
He ain't worth it
Making noise talking bout he in the kitchen
All his niggas talking bout they water whipping
But that really ain't your life
And your money sumn slight
Want some money I can show you how to get it
Real niggas gone listen
Hating niggas gone keep bitching
I'm just tryna help you get the facts straight
Don't let nobody owe a dime
Keep the money on your mind
Gotta grind fuck the boppas make they ass wait
When you get it
Gotta split it with your niggas
Everybody gon eat
I don't care if it's my last plate
No excuses
I just clear my mind with music
Cause I used to know a feeling of a nigga that's in last place
Pops said this was real when he heard it
He said "you got this gift from me" while he was smurking
Then he said "don't let these pussy niggas make you nervous"
He know that doing all this shit I do on purpose
Fiends want it
I can hear my phone chirping
Grab the wallet
Hit the block and give em service
What you need boy
I got it watch me serve it
I work for it why they think I don't deserve it
Ain't no reason they just mad that they don't got it
They get quiet when the money is the topic
Got my whole cliche with me
Lil dice almost hit em with the Forty had to tell that nigga stop it
He ain't worth it
Hating niggas they the ones I think thats worthless
Hating on the real niggas cause they see us working
And we stacking paper and they know they pockets hurting
He ain't worth It
Hating niggas they the ones I think is worthless
They some bitches and I know one thing for certain
If he try to cross me
You can bet he'll see the curtains
Frankie all about the dollars fuck the other shit
When I eat we all eat
When I drink we all drink
And I'm trippy so you know I keep my brothers lit
Couple tabs for trip
Couple hoes for they lips
I ain't never worried about the pussy though
Paper chasing getting rich
Never had to chase a bitch
Where ever the money is is where the pussy go
But I never dropped a penny on these hoes
I got plenty of these hoes
Way to many of these hoes
Pen to the pad I got plenty of these flows
Watch me run the game like I know plenty of these codes
Never had to cheat don't even start it
I been better than you niggas since I started
I been tryna be polite
But since I copped the softest white
You'll ever see
I been feeling like that hardest
Lord not a rapper
I'ma money hungry artist
R.I.P. to all my niggas that's departed
In the middle of the race my real niggas keeping pace
Had to leave them phony niggas where we started
I ain't really wanna do it but they couldn't hold me down
Now they never show they faces when they know that I'm in town
When my niggas see him
They like "We should do em dirty"
Better thank me
Cause I'm usually the one that calm em down
He ain't worth it
Hating niggas they the ones I think thats worthless
Hating on the real niggas cause they see us working
And we stacking paper and they know they pockets hurting
He ain't worth It
Hating niggas they the ones I think is worthless
They some bitches and I know one thing for certain
If he try to cross me
You can bet he'll see the curtains
He ain't worth it
Nah, he ain't worth it
Agh
When my niggas see him they like "we should do him dirty"
Better thank me
Cause I'm usually the one that calm me down
He ain't worth it
Making noise talking bout he in the kitchen
All his niggas talking bout they water whipping
But that really ain't your life
And your money sumn slight
Want some money I can show you how to get it
Real niggas gone listen
Hating niggas gone keep bitching
I'm just tryna help you get the facts straight
Don't let nobody owe a dime
Keep the money on your mind
Gotta grind fuck the boppas make they ass wait
When you get it
Gotta split it with your niggas
Everybody gon eat
I don't care if it's my last plate
No excuses
I just clear my mind with music
Cause I used to know a feeling of a nigga that's in last place
Pops said this was real when he heard it
He said "you got this gift from me" while he was smurking
Then he said "don't let these pussy niggas make you nervous"
He know that doing all this shit I do on purpose
Fiends want it
I can hear my phone chirping
Grab the wallet
Hit the block and give em service
What you need boy
I got it watch me serve it
I work for it why they think I don't deserve it
Ain't no reason they just mad that they don't got it
They get quiet when the money is the topic
Got my whole cliche with me
Lil dice almost hit em with the Forty had to tell that nigga stop it
He ain't worth it
Hating niggas they the ones I think thats worthless
Hating on the real niggas cause they see us working
And we stacking paper and they know they pockets hurting
He ain't worth It
Hating niggas they the ones I think is worthless
They some bitches and I know one thing for certain
If he try to cross me
You can bet he'll see the curtains
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Writer(s): Franko Murry
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