Money Oustide

I'm a Northside nigga not a janky one
I did everything they said can't be done
I really opened doors
You should thank me son
It's money outside go and make you some
I'm a Northside nigga not a janky one
I did everything they said can't be done
I really opened doors
You should thank me son
It's money outside go and make you some

I'm eating biscuits from red lobster
Grilled shrimp skewers with the pasta
Shawty walking round in my boxers
Ass got fatter since I knocked her
Facts
Keys to the city bitch I'm locked in
Throw yo list away if I ain't top 10
Used to wanna hit the block in drop Benz
Now I wanna hit the block and drop gems
T in front of him but I'm not them
These are Moabs these are not Timbs
I finished the hike with my socks dry
Shorts above the knees Ima Crocs guy
I'm with a short haired shawty like I'm Popeye
She the sweet tea to my Popeyes
I wonder how I look through my Pops eyes
Used to cop the Brisk with the Hot Fries

New fur coat and it's pink
Ever seen a dog in a mink
How many niggas have you helped eat?
Look at all these dishes in my sink
I got plates bowls and teacups
Shoutout to the shawties wearing b cups

I've got to get out of this booth what am I doing

I'm a Northside nigga not a janky one
I did everything they said can't be done
I really opened doors
You should thank me son
It's money outside go and make you some
I'm a Northside nigga not a janky one
I did everything they said can't be done
I opened up doors
You should thank me son
It's money outside go and make you some



Credits
Writer(s): Larussell Thomas
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link