MONEY ON THE TABLE

Family Only Shit
FO4L Big Tray 5 Shit
You Already Know The Vibes, Shit

Gang

Niggas sipping on that Trisha boy you know that that bitch trash
Sliding in a 6 w the tents and my bitch bad
You know this shit get dangerous when we pull-up wit temp tags
40 Park ya car we ain't give em a whip lash
Get that and flip that
I'm the living get back
I'm the nigga hitting niggas bitches get ya bitch back
We the niggas probably take your shit can't get your shit back
I be in the trenches wit it, Hold on

I said I be in the trenches wit a 40
Young nigga played the bench wit it now I'm ballin'
Probably hit ya hoe she gotta go by the morning
I ain't paying bitches rent nigga you be stalling
It get a lil awkward
My shooter said its on he gon' off em
Fly Shooters shoot em in Amiri's and some forces
She gon' choose a nigga wit the bag and a foreign
A gangsta lil lightskin nigga and he gorgeous
Freckle Face Demon got ya hoe up in the spot
He a horn dog fucking up that money on the box
Fucking niggas hoes I put a dot up on the Glock
Wasting time on the block to blow a knot on a watch

Money On The Table nigga we don't need a label
Serving everybody I be serving the disabled
Money On The Table nigga we don't need a label
Better run that money up that money probably save you



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Writer(s): Tray 5
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