Make a Little Money

I said You make a Lil money
And here everybody come
Wait up hold up look out watch out
I said you make a Lil money
Everybody want some
Wait up hold up look out watch out
But you really weren't there
You ain't never showed love
You ain't never pulled up
And we really don't care
That's more for us
When we score them bucks
We really don't share
Better pour them cups
Trynna get fucked up
Put 'em up like cheers
Better hold shit down
We gon tear shit up

No no diamonds on my neck
Ain't no diamonds on my wrist no
I don't need that shit
I could still fuck your bitch bro
Pull up to the crib
Skeet skirt and she tip toed
Through the the back door
Or the window
But now it's back 2 business
Back to vibes
Killing anybody that survives
Even zombies that's half alive
Anybody that cross me
Just has to die
I'm like yeah yeah
Throw them bodies In the back room
Then I'm headed to the bathroom, so
She could suck me off like a vacuum
Bet you thought you new me huh
Fuck you this new me yuh
I don't do you I do me and
I don't fit in no Zumies bruh
You could fight me or sue me
Just don't assume that we homies
Cause You fake fully that phony
And that bullshit never gon hold me
I keep one hand on a check
I keep one foot on they neck
I keep a blade in my sock
Promoters gon show us respect
And make sure the doe is correct
Go in then pockets
Cause we need the bag
It's only bidness I see that u mad
But we in it for the money
We ain't did it to be funny
We ain't trolling on bitches
We coming for the cash

I said You make a Lil money
And here everybody come
Wait up hold up look out watch out
I said you make a Lil money
Everybody want some
Wait up hold up look out watch out
But you really weren't there
You ain't never showed love
You ain't never pulled up
And we really don't care
That's more for us
When we score them bucks
We really don't share
Better pour them cups
Trynna get fucked up
Put 'em up like cheers
Better hold shit down
We gon tear shit up

Flex on 'em like lex did
Tech on me like strange tho
Y'all be acting birds man
So put respect on my name ho
Horns hiding my halo
I got a devil cutting my wing span
How the fuck am I fly still
I gotta side tilt with a kick Stand
9 millz when I hit that
Dog I'm gone I ain't coming back
Spaced out and I'm unattached
So I Skate on em like a running back
I hate the drama
but I love the money
Homie I know that it come with that
I live for it, I ride for it
And I die for it if it come to that
Bag on me I come for that
Smash on em like I'm running rap
Rainbows with the same flows
U lame hoe have fun with that
Fit matched with a gun attached
Whip hatch and a gun in back
If I hit the latch
And up come unwrapped
Got a automatic shoot A 100 caps
I just want my check
Then I'll hit the trail
I don't love the game
Because that bitch is frail
You can make a lil bread
But I know that shit is stale
If you don't make it on your own
Cause that shit a different feel

I said You make a lil money
And here everybody come
Wait up hold up look out watch out
I said you make a lil money
Everybody want some
Wait up hold up look out watch out
But you really weren't there
You ain't never showed love
You ain't never pulled up
And we really don't care
That's more for us
When we score them bucks
We really don't share
Better pour them cups
Trynna get fucked up
Put 'em up like cheers
Better hold shit down
We gon tear shit up