Rude
Remy Tha King as usual
Getting bread money in my hands do my money dance
This bitch still rocking them uggs where your stylist at
Wrestle with a bad little bitch call it Summerslam
Got her ass singing she annoying I'll call her Pam
Got this bitch jumping like a frog going pad to pad
At 18 fucked I hit the window like brother
A fairytale shawty a star I call her Angeline
She way too wild she snorting lines of that yadda mean
I'm way too high I ate some shroomies and smoking weed
I need to chill out the other day I was sipping lean
So much liquor I can't even go and stand up
Saw the ops hit the block you got a problem my nigga stand up
Put the pride to the side you see my grind I got my bands up
You bout that life then don't cry lol Nigga you got to man up
I keep my gun by my side every MC they need a hammer
I swear you hate so much must be the leader of the fan club
I don't mean to be rude
But nigga who the fuck is you
Bitch who the fuck is you
I don't mean to be rude
Yeaaa
If it ain't bout that money why are you in my face
Yeaaa
If it ain't bout that money why are you in my face
Van Dough went and sent me the pick and roll
I got me a queen you niggaz can go fish for hoes
I be focused on the money I never been focused on a hoe
Unless you breaking bread this is P shit nigga no weak shit
I know I hit the scene and that pussy started a little leakage
I been dealing all the cards I tell them take it or leave it
Must be a podcast I do this for no good reason
I can't lie pussy so good made me late for a meeting
Cali to Vegas I'm swanging I hope in the whip and I get me a bag yeaaa
48 x 40 I had to make me a pallet to go sleep so I don't sit on my ass nah
Staying loyal to God like Job I got to stay on my job
Im from the city anybody get robbed
It always cause me to sob I see you talking to cops
Don't fuckin ask me how that fucking nigga got popped
Damn
I don't mean to be rude
But nigga who the fuck is you
Bitch who the fuck is you
I don't mean to be rude
Yeaaa
If it ain't bout that money why are you in my face
Yeaaa
If it ain't bout that money why are you in my face
Getting bread money in my hands do my money dance
This bitch still rocking them uggs where your stylist at
Wrestle with a bad little bitch call it Summerslam
Got her ass singing she annoying I'll call her Pam
Got this bitch jumping like a frog going pad to pad
At 18 fucked I hit the window like brother
A fairytale shawty a star I call her Angeline
She way too wild she snorting lines of that yadda mean
I'm way too high I ate some shroomies and smoking weed
I need to chill out the other day I was sipping lean
So much liquor I can't even go and stand up
Saw the ops hit the block you got a problem my nigga stand up
Put the pride to the side you see my grind I got my bands up
You bout that life then don't cry lol Nigga you got to man up
I keep my gun by my side every MC they need a hammer
I swear you hate so much must be the leader of the fan club
I don't mean to be rude
But nigga who the fuck is you
Bitch who the fuck is you
I don't mean to be rude
Yeaaa
If it ain't bout that money why are you in my face
Yeaaa
If it ain't bout that money why are you in my face
Van Dough went and sent me the pick and roll
I got me a queen you niggaz can go fish for hoes
I be focused on the money I never been focused on a hoe
Unless you breaking bread this is P shit nigga no weak shit
I know I hit the scene and that pussy started a little leakage
I been dealing all the cards I tell them take it or leave it
Must be a podcast I do this for no good reason
I can't lie pussy so good made me late for a meeting
Cali to Vegas I'm swanging I hope in the whip and I get me a bag yeaaa
48 x 40 I had to make me a pallet to go sleep so I don't sit on my ass nah
Staying loyal to God like Job I got to stay on my job
Im from the city anybody get robbed
It always cause me to sob I see you talking to cops
Don't fuckin ask me how that fucking nigga got popped
Damn
I don't mean to be rude
But nigga who the fuck is you
Bitch who the fuck is you
I don't mean to be rude
Yeaaa
If it ain't bout that money why are you in my face
Yeaaa
If it ain't bout that money why are you in my face
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Writer(s): Jeremy Hall
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