I Aint Got Money
Boy you 'bout to see some money
Making noise like the reverend
Got these hood rats on my shoulders
And they burning all the dope that we sold us
So this is the shit that I wrote is a joke
Cause I don't do drugs but I hope that you can smoke
Got me looking on my phone bout to cry alone
So give me a fortune and a second to laugh
I'm ashamed to be alone with a big old chrome
And still be known tryina do it on my own
You ain't gonna get nothing off my mind
Made it this far and I can say my own
I ain't never been the type to try and fit in
My life is so famous so I got love the home
We just friends and no folks that do a lot of jokes
So when you see us on stage and I guess you know who I am
These older people just like to bury those in
Freda clothes
And lost in a cell or a low door
I have a convo with the remote control
Give me the microphone and I'll have you
Singin the dance floor
And if you don't mind if you don't speak
Let me see you shake it to the floor
Cause I'll never get you up again
So hit and hit the dance floor
And have a good time if you feel the DJ go crazy
Cause I got off the back before I hit the floor boards
This is the man shit with the DJs spittin
Backwards
Gettin back to the ends as we link up and Mack it
Boy you 'bout to see some money
Making noise like the reverend
Got these hood rats on my shoulders
And they burning all the dope that we sold us
So this is the shit that I wrote is a joke
Cause I don't do drugs but I hope that you can smoke
Got me looking on my phone bout to cry alone
So give me a fortune and a second to laugh
I'm ashamed to be alone with a big old chrome
And still be known tryna do it on my own
You ain't gonna get nothing off my mind
Made it this far and I can say my own
I ain't never been the type to try and fit in
My life is so famous so I got love the home
We just friends and no folks that do a lot of jokes
So when you see us on stage and I guess you know who I am
These older people just like to bury those in
Freda clothes
And lost in a cell or a low door
I have a convo with the remote control
Give me the microphone and I'll have you
Singin the dance floor
And if you don't mind if you don't speak
Let me see you shake it to the floor
Cause I'll never get you up again
So hit and hit the dance floor
And have a good time if you feel the DJ go crazy
Cause I got off the back before I hit the floor boards
This is the man shit with the DJs spittin
Backwards
Gettin back to the ends as we link up and Mack it
Making noise like the reverend
Got these hood rats on my shoulders
And they burning all the dope that we sold us
So this is the shit that I wrote is a joke
Cause I don't do drugs but I hope that you can smoke
Got me looking on my phone bout to cry alone
So give me a fortune and a second to laugh
I'm ashamed to be alone with a big old chrome
And still be known tryina do it on my own
You ain't gonna get nothing off my mind
Made it this far and I can say my own
I ain't never been the type to try and fit in
My life is so famous so I got love the home
We just friends and no folks that do a lot of jokes
So when you see us on stage and I guess you know who I am
These older people just like to bury those in
Freda clothes
And lost in a cell or a low door
I have a convo with the remote control
Give me the microphone and I'll have you
Singin the dance floor
And if you don't mind if you don't speak
Let me see you shake it to the floor
Cause I'll never get you up again
So hit and hit the dance floor
And have a good time if you feel the DJ go crazy
Cause I got off the back before I hit the floor boards
This is the man shit with the DJs spittin
Backwards
Gettin back to the ends as we link up and Mack it
Boy you 'bout to see some money
Making noise like the reverend
Got these hood rats on my shoulders
And they burning all the dope that we sold us
So this is the shit that I wrote is a joke
Cause I don't do drugs but I hope that you can smoke
Got me looking on my phone bout to cry alone
So give me a fortune and a second to laugh
I'm ashamed to be alone with a big old chrome
And still be known tryna do it on my own
You ain't gonna get nothing off my mind
Made it this far and I can say my own
I ain't never been the type to try and fit in
My life is so famous so I got love the home
We just friends and no folks that do a lot of jokes
So when you see us on stage and I guess you know who I am
These older people just like to bury those in
Freda clothes
And lost in a cell or a low door
I have a convo with the remote control
Give me the microphone and I'll have you
Singin the dance floor
And if you don't mind if you don't speak
Let me see you shake it to the floor
Cause I'll never get you up again
So hit and hit the dance floor
And have a good time if you feel the DJ go crazy
Cause I got off the back before I hit the floor boards
This is the man shit with the DJs spittin
Backwards
Gettin back to the ends as we link up and Mack it
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Evans
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