Money Making N***a
I'm on some other shit
You say you a demon come and show me nigga
Why you steady saying we into it I don't know you nigga
These niggas real bitches
I got niggas keeping me protected I'm the real ticket
You keep flashing take yo Smith & Wesson nigga come get it
Beat yo ass and call you Usain Bolt we make you run with it
She keep on saying she like my voice I talk her through it when I cum in it
Fuck her good cover her mouth she tapping out like it's been one minute
I been running it up so much they started calling me five thousand digits
I might drop a album with it
I'm just tryna make some paper
Nigga call me Mort and Ricky
I'm in the lab with this new laser
They say that nigga Steel be capping he be rapping with the same flow
When we catch that nigga lacking we gon drop him to his fucking toes
Ask about me stupid bitch no I don't give not one fuck
Say he gon kill me a year ago I'm still alive these niggas acting tough
Them pussies say they was gon beat me I'm still walking round untouched
I ain't worried bout no beef or dying nigga I'm tryna run it up
That's y'all fucking problem nigga y'all priorities so fucked up
All y'all worried bout is fucking bitches toting poles and keep it tucked
All I'm worried bout is fucking riches dodging hoes and chasing bucks
You niggas clout chasers soon as they forget you y'all ass out of luck
Aye
I'm that money making nigga
Check back in about ten years we gon see who the fuck richer
Aye
I'm that money making nigga
I ain't scared of shit you niggas bitches put that on my sister
Aye Steelio where you gon be at in ten years
Rich as fuck
Aye Steelio what you been doing over here
Tryna run it up
All I care about is money they say that shit dangerous
Don't give a fuck bout what they saying I'm just tryna make it rich
I got like eighty flows these niggas copying that shit plagiarist
I blocked like eighty hoes they wasn't good for shit but chasing dick
I'm riding round with 4 we going to the stu to make some hits
I'm a money making nigga but I can't go out like Mitch
Aye
I'm that money making nigga
Check back in about ten years we gon see who the fuck richer
Aye
I'm that money making nigga
I ain't scared of shit you niggas bitches put that on my sister
I'm that money making nigga
I'm that money making nigga
I'm that money making nigga
I'm that money making nigga
You say you a demon come and show me nigga
Why you steady saying we into it I don't know you nigga
These niggas real bitches
I got niggas keeping me protected I'm the real ticket
You keep flashing take yo Smith & Wesson nigga come get it
Beat yo ass and call you Usain Bolt we make you run with it
She keep on saying she like my voice I talk her through it when I cum in it
Fuck her good cover her mouth she tapping out like it's been one minute
I been running it up so much they started calling me five thousand digits
I might drop a album with it
I'm just tryna make some paper
Nigga call me Mort and Ricky
I'm in the lab with this new laser
They say that nigga Steel be capping he be rapping with the same flow
When we catch that nigga lacking we gon drop him to his fucking toes
Ask about me stupid bitch no I don't give not one fuck
Say he gon kill me a year ago I'm still alive these niggas acting tough
Them pussies say they was gon beat me I'm still walking round untouched
I ain't worried bout no beef or dying nigga I'm tryna run it up
That's y'all fucking problem nigga y'all priorities so fucked up
All y'all worried bout is fucking bitches toting poles and keep it tucked
All I'm worried bout is fucking riches dodging hoes and chasing bucks
You niggas clout chasers soon as they forget you y'all ass out of luck
Aye
I'm that money making nigga
Check back in about ten years we gon see who the fuck richer
Aye
I'm that money making nigga
I ain't scared of shit you niggas bitches put that on my sister
Aye Steelio where you gon be at in ten years
Rich as fuck
Aye Steelio what you been doing over here
Tryna run it up
All I care about is money they say that shit dangerous
Don't give a fuck bout what they saying I'm just tryna make it rich
I got like eighty flows these niggas copying that shit plagiarist
I blocked like eighty hoes they wasn't good for shit but chasing dick
I'm riding round with 4 we going to the stu to make some hits
I'm a money making nigga but I can't go out like Mitch
Aye
I'm that money making nigga
Check back in about ten years we gon see who the fuck richer
Aye
I'm that money making nigga
I ain't scared of shit you niggas bitches put that on my sister
I'm that money making nigga
I'm that money making nigga
I'm that money making nigga
I'm that money making nigga
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Writer(s): Fog Steel
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