Ventin
Jug Rich Entertainment
We a never beef bout money
We handle plenty money (plenty money, plenty money)
Gudda Tay on every beat nigga
(Get it straight off the boat, the boat)
Cold summers hot winters
So I left the doors open (I left the doors open)
Never nag when I'm working
Baby appreciate me (baby appreciate me)
Them other niggas ain't working
They got they hands open (they hands open)
I send them sticks to they attic
We stuff them bricks in that attic
I use to love with a passion (I use to love)
You ain't the only one damaged (you ain't the only one damaged)
You gotta learn from your actions
My heart cold I need matches (cold)
In Dior we matching (Dior matching)
I turned you on to that fashion
You know my heart got a sleeve
I know your heart got a bandage (heart got a bandage)
(yea, yea, yea)
Bangin them Bs, the Bird the Bs
They know we gone ride together
Dior the kicks Chanel the fit
She know that she flyer then ever
Tan the bricks protect the wrist
I'm living my life a little better
My all or nun
You niggas don't really want to ball the or nun
Money making my prodigy
I'm in rose gold
Bently coupe when I'm smashing
Might pull up in that bandgy
Ain't no question need asking
Got my knowledge from Tammy
Grass greener than Stanley
I'm on my own wave
Percocets by the load
I need two of those
Bad bitches with money
Know I can handle that
Three more I'm feeling like
I'm gone overdose
It ain't no sweat on no money
Bitch we been having that money
Cold summers hot winters
So I left the doors open (I left the doors open)
Never nag when I'm working
Baby appreciate me (baby appreciate me)
Them other niggas ain't working
They got they hands open (they hands open)
I send them sticks to they attic
We stuffed them bricks in that attic
I use to love with a passion (I use to love)
You ain't the only one damaged (you ain't the only one damaged)
You gotta learn from your actions
My heart cold I need matches (cold)
In Dior we was matching (Dior matching)
I turned you on to that fashion
You know my heart got a sleeve
I know your heart got a bandage (heart got a bandage)
Ain't changing no ways, I'm gettin this paper
They already know how I'm living
Money way up to the sky, they know how I get it
Ain't paying no homage
Money way up to the sky, they know how I'm getting it
I'm just raking in hundreds
I'm just playing my part You play with the slime
I shoot and you know that it's up
Shots fired you know this shit ain't deteriorated (ain't deteriorated)
Back shots on the balcony,
I had two Henny shots (I had two Henny shots)
And I been thuggin all my life,
yes I participated (yes I participated)
We never beef bout money, we havin plenty money (racks)
Cold summers hot winters
So I left the doors open (I left the doors open)
Never nag when I'm working
Baby appreciate me (baby appreciate me)
Them other niggas anit working
They got they hands open (they hands open)
I send them sticks to they attic
We stuffed them bricks in that attic
I use to love with a passion (I use to love)
You ain't the only one damaged (you ain't the only one damaged)
You gotta learn from your actions
My heart cold I need matches (cold)
In Dior we was matching (Dior matching)
I turned you on to that fashion
You know my heart got a sleeve
I know your heart got a bandage (heart got a bandage)
We a never beef bout money
We handle plenty money (plenty money, plenty money)
Gudda Tay on every beat nigga
(Get it straight off the boat, the boat)
Cold summers hot winters
So I left the doors open (I left the doors open)
Never nag when I'm working
Baby appreciate me (baby appreciate me)
Them other niggas ain't working
They got they hands open (they hands open)
I send them sticks to they attic
We stuff them bricks in that attic
I use to love with a passion (I use to love)
You ain't the only one damaged (you ain't the only one damaged)
You gotta learn from your actions
My heart cold I need matches (cold)
In Dior we matching (Dior matching)
I turned you on to that fashion
You know my heart got a sleeve
I know your heart got a bandage (heart got a bandage)
(yea, yea, yea)
Bangin them Bs, the Bird the Bs
They know we gone ride together
Dior the kicks Chanel the fit
She know that she flyer then ever
Tan the bricks protect the wrist
I'm living my life a little better
My all or nun
You niggas don't really want to ball the or nun
Money making my prodigy
I'm in rose gold
Bently coupe when I'm smashing
Might pull up in that bandgy
Ain't no question need asking
Got my knowledge from Tammy
Grass greener than Stanley
I'm on my own wave
Percocets by the load
I need two of those
Bad bitches with money
Know I can handle that
Three more I'm feeling like
I'm gone overdose
It ain't no sweat on no money
Bitch we been having that money
Cold summers hot winters
So I left the doors open (I left the doors open)
Never nag when I'm working
Baby appreciate me (baby appreciate me)
Them other niggas ain't working
They got they hands open (they hands open)
I send them sticks to they attic
We stuffed them bricks in that attic
I use to love with a passion (I use to love)
You ain't the only one damaged (you ain't the only one damaged)
You gotta learn from your actions
My heart cold I need matches (cold)
In Dior we was matching (Dior matching)
I turned you on to that fashion
You know my heart got a sleeve
I know your heart got a bandage (heart got a bandage)
Ain't changing no ways, I'm gettin this paper
They already know how I'm living
Money way up to the sky, they know how I get it
Ain't paying no homage
Money way up to the sky, they know how I'm getting it
I'm just raking in hundreds
I'm just playing my part You play with the slime
I shoot and you know that it's up
Shots fired you know this shit ain't deteriorated (ain't deteriorated)
Back shots on the balcony,
I had two Henny shots (I had two Henny shots)
And I been thuggin all my life,
yes I participated (yes I participated)
We never beef bout money, we havin plenty money (racks)
Cold summers hot winters
So I left the doors open (I left the doors open)
Never nag when I'm working
Baby appreciate me (baby appreciate me)
Them other niggas anit working
They got they hands open (they hands open)
I send them sticks to they attic
We stuffed them bricks in that attic
I use to love with a passion (I use to love)
You ain't the only one damaged (you ain't the only one damaged)
You gotta learn from your actions
My heart cold I need matches (cold)
In Dior we was matching (Dior matching)
I turned you on to that fashion
You know my heart got a sleeve
I know your heart got a bandage (heart got a bandage)
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Writer(s): Demario Scott
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