Funds
I need my funds, yeah yeah
I need my funds
I need my funds, yeah yeah
It's not enough funds, yeah yeah
It's not enough funds, yeah yeah
I need my funds, yeah yeah
Aye, look
She fell in love with the Melanin'
She diggin' my vibe, I'm tryna get by, cause I know her body is Heaven sent
I know her body is Heaven sent
Aye
I got the sauce and the juice (Aye)
Stop the hinting with the clues (Aye)
Been the realest, here's the proof
Lemme start off by telling you niggas
I been bugging out since my lil bro died
Now, I got it my nigga
I'm ballin' my nigga
The shit we been doing our whole lives
Lemme say that I miss you lil nigga
And that choppa in front of your opps' eyes
Now, the only thing dead in my heart is the presidents
My brothers wit me the whole time
Hold time like both hands up
I barely gotta second plan, bruh
If you ain't Jersey, you ain't fam, bruh
I'm sick with these verses and stanzas
Your girl looking curious
Aye, your man is delirious
Yuh, but my money serious
Been that way from the jump
Pay up my fees 'cause
I need my funds, yeah yeah
I need my funds
I need my funds, yeah yeah
It's not enough funds
Not enough funds, yeah yeah
It's not enough funds
I need my... yeah
I need my funds to big when I walk out the bank
Turn 2 to a 4 to 4 to a 8
And I ain't doing shit if it's minimum wage
If that girl looking good, put that cooche on a plate
If that girl looking good, put that cooche in my face
And my shoes are red bottoms, we are not the same
And my brother just got out 'cause he beat the case
And that bitch on my body the fuck out my face
Fuck out my face while I'm smoking the loud
You niggas is stupid, you niggas is clowns
I am the king, you better bow down
You niggas is fraud, you stealing my sound
You niggas is shooting, but wasting your rounds
I'm way up the ladder, I'm not looking down
I was whipping the Civic like I'm Underground
Give praises to Yeezus, but you isn't bound
And I'm smoking this weed man, I'm smoking a pound
I bought me a Q and I bought me an ounce
And she dance on my dick when her man ain't around
And she screaming my name name when her man not around
Put ya boy on the block, what the fuck would he do?
If I said I got shooters, I know they gon shoot
And that boy is a bitch, he won't last in my shoes
Me and Trey going stupid, an army of two
I need my funds, yeah yeah
I need my funds
I need my funds, yeah yeah
It's not enough funds
It's not enough funds, yeah yeah
It's not enough funds
(Not enough funds)
I need my funds
I need my funds, yeah yeah
It's not enough funds, yeah yeah
It's not enough funds, yeah yeah
I need my funds, yeah yeah
Aye, look
She fell in love with the Melanin'
She diggin' my vibe, I'm tryna get by, cause I know her body is Heaven sent
I know her body is Heaven sent
Aye
I got the sauce and the juice (Aye)
Stop the hinting with the clues (Aye)
Been the realest, here's the proof
Lemme start off by telling you niggas
I been bugging out since my lil bro died
Now, I got it my nigga
I'm ballin' my nigga
The shit we been doing our whole lives
Lemme say that I miss you lil nigga
And that choppa in front of your opps' eyes
Now, the only thing dead in my heart is the presidents
My brothers wit me the whole time
Hold time like both hands up
I barely gotta second plan, bruh
If you ain't Jersey, you ain't fam, bruh
I'm sick with these verses and stanzas
Your girl looking curious
Aye, your man is delirious
Yuh, but my money serious
Been that way from the jump
Pay up my fees 'cause
I need my funds, yeah yeah
I need my funds
I need my funds, yeah yeah
It's not enough funds
Not enough funds, yeah yeah
It's not enough funds
I need my... yeah
I need my funds to big when I walk out the bank
Turn 2 to a 4 to 4 to a 8
And I ain't doing shit if it's minimum wage
If that girl looking good, put that cooche on a plate
If that girl looking good, put that cooche in my face
And my shoes are red bottoms, we are not the same
And my brother just got out 'cause he beat the case
And that bitch on my body the fuck out my face
Fuck out my face while I'm smoking the loud
You niggas is stupid, you niggas is clowns
I am the king, you better bow down
You niggas is fraud, you stealing my sound
You niggas is shooting, but wasting your rounds
I'm way up the ladder, I'm not looking down
I was whipping the Civic like I'm Underground
Give praises to Yeezus, but you isn't bound
And I'm smoking this weed man, I'm smoking a pound
I bought me a Q and I bought me an ounce
And she dance on my dick when her man ain't around
And she screaming my name name when her man not around
Put ya boy on the block, what the fuck would he do?
If I said I got shooters, I know they gon shoot
And that boy is a bitch, he won't last in my shoes
Me and Trey going stupid, an army of two
I need my funds, yeah yeah
I need my funds
I need my funds, yeah yeah
It's not enough funds
It's not enough funds, yeah yeah
It's not enough funds
(Not enough funds)
Credits
Writer(s): Trey Budden
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