To Tha Money

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Young niggas better get straight to the money
12 am and the trap still jumpin
12 outside gotta watch for the undies
Niggas hot, tippin, bluffin
They ain't dumping they McLovin
Yea I'm sliding and I'm clutching
Riding solo bitch I'm thug'n

Baggin up dope, ain't no recipe
I never broke down a brick but I buss down them P's
Bitch came thru get to neckin me
I swear I can't let these drugs get the best of me
Ima go walk my dog do you catch my drift
Shyt came wit the grip, make a fuck nigga flip
I got this Rap shyt in a headlock
Racks in the safe? What's the code to the padlock?
Try to run off fuck nigga ya bet not
Hit you wit 1 shot, head shot, dead shot
He ain't getting money that boy just a pick pock
Bitch on my line she like how my bed rock
Guess I'm a minute man bitch gave me quick top
Then I'm hitting the block gotta get back to the guap
running it up this shyt never stop
Keep the work at the trap 12 hit the spot
Don't ask me no questions ill think you a cop
Ain't fuckin wit niggas cuz niggas be hot
Say you got work bitch we got the drop
Say you gangsta we kno that you not
You ain't in the picture we gave you a crop
fuck up the pitch you get sent to the doc
Fuck up the money get sent to the reaper
Niggas be watching, they sit in the bleachers
Been in the game lot of shyt i can teach ya
My bitch gotta be humble i ain't fuckin wit geekers
My bitch trickin off then that nigga can keep her
Bitch stay trippin she think that I need her
Sit at the table but really be leaching
Picked up my dribble cuz niggas stay reaching



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Writer(s): Michael Jones
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