Bree$h

I was fourteen finessing the classroom
Serving eighths in the back of the bathroom
Forty bills for a gram I was capping
Made a band in a day I felt mad rich
Now I'm cashing a dub on daily
Like talk money or no conversation
I get love in my city I'm sanctioned
And they hating cuz I made it happen
What you gone do for that money?
You gone finesse for that money
You gone backdoor your own mans
Cause you thought he was moving funny
What you gone do for the breesh?
You gone nine to five till you deceased
They got you working for minimum pay
Just so you and your family could eat

I come from a city that show no love
It get real cold it get so rough
I seen some things fucked my soul up
All for the money make em fold up
I seen the reaper serving up some children
Trynna take my people from me
Like I seen a demon in my partner eyes
Right then I knew he'd cross me

What you gone do for that money?
They be going out sad for the money
They be switching up bad for the money
And I really lost my whole heart for the money
I swear it get ugly
Like God please forgive me I'm sorry
I know I did evil but they fucking tried me
Mama almost lost me all over some breesh
But I'm still finessing these bands in my sleep

You gone eat or starve what's it gonna be?
Sink or you swim I'm floating in the deep
I'm trynna touch a hunnid every week
Punching these digits out the BNB
I'm in the field come and play with me
One phone call that's all I really need
Know what to do I don't gotta speak
Mask on ski ain't no watching me
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
(Oooooh)

What you gone do for that money?
They be going out sad for the money
They be switching up bad for the money
And I really lost my whole heart for the money
I swear it get ugly
Like God please forgive me I'm sorry
I know I did evil but they fucking tried me
Mama almost lost me all over some breesh
But I'm still finessing these bands in my sleep



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Writer(s): Ruby Doyle
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