Motive
In these past couple years
I updated my rank
Do eighty twenty
With my smoke and my drink
Changed up
Now I feel like a tank
Let the money talk
Then we can link
Feelin good
Might pull up in a mink
Im the shit
But no I don't stink
Bitches come
When you getting this cake
So to these bitches
I be lookin like steak
Had to step out my shell
Tighten my circle
I'm wishing em well
Now we givin em hell
Had to cut that ass off
Just like K Michelle
Always chasing the bag
But, no that shit aint Channel
Weed so loud that it yell
Come round me
That's all you smell
Step in this bitch real baked
Weed frosted
Just look at the flakes
Bout to make shit shake bitch
I'm a hard worker
I don't take no break
Commas and zeros
Keep making it great
Making money
Just send to my bank
Bitches come
When you getting this cake
So to these bitches
I be lookin like steak
The money is always the motive
Broke ones
Can't tell me it aint
Real ones
Doing shit that you can't
Post up
Going hard in the paint
Right now I ain't got no complaint
Pockets fat
Ain't got no restraint
Crack slick
Get turn to a saint
The money is always the motive
Broke ones
Can't tell me it aint
Real ones
Doing shit that you can't
Post up
Going hard in the paint
Right now I ain't got no complaint
Pockets fat
Ain't got no restraint
Crack slick
Get turn to a saint
The way that i balled on niggas
You thought my head shaved
The way i play these hoes
It aint no captain save
Everyday a party
But we aint at a rave
Different strains of the loud
Super glue thats my fave
Addicted to the money
Yea thats what i crave
I made a splash
Now they wanna ride the wave
I hit a homerun
I watch the crowd start to wave
G LifeStyle
That's from the cradle to grave
I'm a construction worker
My lane is paved
Fuck a buster nigga
Unless we talking bout dave
I just be ducked off
Smoking a blunt in my cave
I never forget
And i never forgave
The money is always the motive
Broke ones
Can't tell me it aint
Real ones
Doing shit that you can't
Post up
Going hard in the paint
Right now I ain't got no complaint
Pockets fat
Ain't got no restraint
Crack slick
Get turn to a saint
The money is always the motive
Broke ones
Can't tell me it aint
Real ones
Doing shit that you can't
Post up
Going hard in the paint
Right now I ain't got no complaint
Pockets fat
Ain't got no restraint
Crack slick
Get turn to a saint
I updated my rank
Do eighty twenty
With my smoke and my drink
Changed up
Now I feel like a tank
Let the money talk
Then we can link
Feelin good
Might pull up in a mink
Im the shit
But no I don't stink
Bitches come
When you getting this cake
So to these bitches
I be lookin like steak
Had to step out my shell
Tighten my circle
I'm wishing em well
Now we givin em hell
Had to cut that ass off
Just like K Michelle
Always chasing the bag
But, no that shit aint Channel
Weed so loud that it yell
Come round me
That's all you smell
Step in this bitch real baked
Weed frosted
Just look at the flakes
Bout to make shit shake bitch
I'm a hard worker
I don't take no break
Commas and zeros
Keep making it great
Making money
Just send to my bank
Bitches come
When you getting this cake
So to these bitches
I be lookin like steak
The money is always the motive
Broke ones
Can't tell me it aint
Real ones
Doing shit that you can't
Post up
Going hard in the paint
Right now I ain't got no complaint
Pockets fat
Ain't got no restraint
Crack slick
Get turn to a saint
The money is always the motive
Broke ones
Can't tell me it aint
Real ones
Doing shit that you can't
Post up
Going hard in the paint
Right now I ain't got no complaint
Pockets fat
Ain't got no restraint
Crack slick
Get turn to a saint
The way that i balled on niggas
You thought my head shaved
The way i play these hoes
It aint no captain save
Everyday a party
But we aint at a rave
Different strains of the loud
Super glue thats my fave
Addicted to the money
Yea thats what i crave
I made a splash
Now they wanna ride the wave
I hit a homerun
I watch the crowd start to wave
G LifeStyle
That's from the cradle to grave
I'm a construction worker
My lane is paved
Fuck a buster nigga
Unless we talking bout dave
I just be ducked off
Smoking a blunt in my cave
I never forget
And i never forgave
The money is always the motive
Broke ones
Can't tell me it aint
Real ones
Doing shit that you can't
Post up
Going hard in the paint
Right now I ain't got no complaint
Pockets fat
Ain't got no restraint
Crack slick
Get turn to a saint
The money is always the motive
Broke ones
Can't tell me it aint
Real ones
Doing shit that you can't
Post up
Going hard in the paint
Right now I ain't got no complaint
Pockets fat
Ain't got no restraint
Crack slick
Get turn to a saint
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