10pm on Fulton
Mon-
Money
Hey, uh
Yeah
Quarter mil cash, I was robbing for a quarter pound
Had to get my money in order, I had to sort it out
I have a baddie missing work, have her calling out
Swear they goofies I could say names and really call 'em out
I don't really listen to rappers, that shit be watered down
Every one recycling shit, it's getting boring now
I used to recycle the fits, I could afford it now
I done put my life in this shit, I'm getting rewarded now
Bro we score we balling out
Another case lawyer said "This time it's gon' be 40 thou'
And free swap, damn lil' brody need a lawyer now
I swear it's always something fuck it, though you know it's sorted out
I separate the fake from the real, I got it sorted out
They in the barrel crawling out
I don't do no beefing, I'm in Chop house with the porter house
Shooter creeping get him chopped up, he in Porsches now
Summer time, I'm bringing all the Lambos and all the Porsches out
I took a bag as soon as I saw like the lost-and-found
They still playing horsing around
I was jugging in my polo horses, car got horses now
She a stallion, I'm a boss, she want to get bossed around
Okay, awesome take it off, get up in her walls and drown
Double cup muddy, all my of brother, I gotta pour some out
You know I talk money, I don't want to hear nothing you nigga be talking about
Crazy how they switched, they bitch made no we can't talk it out
Quick to tell a bitch, dip go kick rocks bitch go walk it out
Now she big mad, I bet she ride me 'cause I'm having motion it's like "Six Flags"
Blue hanging out my left pocket look like a Crip flag
Shooters tryna hit him first, they ain't tryna play get back
Ain't tryna go back-and-forth
Soon as you go give them what they asking, they gon' ask for more
Running out of drank, I'm pouring up like it's my last resort
Sipping when I'm stressing, just go and get the money shit probably heal depression
A lot of people forcing it, think that they applying pressure
The whip supercharged but I ain't buying no Tesla
And we all made mistakes but I be trying to correct them
Took a long jump of faith and I landed on some blessings
Know I'm one call away, if you need me to come to the rescue
I'm higher than the rest, helicopter from the Hamptons like let's fly to the jet
Like let's fly her to the hood
I take cash, card, credit and that wire transfer good
Shouldn't easy, it just look like it
Money
Hey, uh
Yeah
Quarter mil cash, I was robbing for a quarter pound
Had to get my money in order, I had to sort it out
I have a baddie missing work, have her calling out
Swear they goofies I could say names and really call 'em out
I don't really listen to rappers, that shit be watered down
Every one recycling shit, it's getting boring now
I used to recycle the fits, I could afford it now
I done put my life in this shit, I'm getting rewarded now
Bro we score we balling out
Another case lawyer said "This time it's gon' be 40 thou'
And free swap, damn lil' brody need a lawyer now
I swear it's always something fuck it, though you know it's sorted out
I separate the fake from the real, I got it sorted out
They in the barrel crawling out
I don't do no beefing, I'm in Chop house with the porter house
Shooter creeping get him chopped up, he in Porsches now
Summer time, I'm bringing all the Lambos and all the Porsches out
I took a bag as soon as I saw like the lost-and-found
They still playing horsing around
I was jugging in my polo horses, car got horses now
She a stallion, I'm a boss, she want to get bossed around
Okay, awesome take it off, get up in her walls and drown
Double cup muddy, all my of brother, I gotta pour some out
You know I talk money, I don't want to hear nothing you nigga be talking about
Crazy how they switched, they bitch made no we can't talk it out
Quick to tell a bitch, dip go kick rocks bitch go walk it out
Now she big mad, I bet she ride me 'cause I'm having motion it's like "Six Flags"
Blue hanging out my left pocket look like a Crip flag
Shooters tryna hit him first, they ain't tryna play get back
Ain't tryna go back-and-forth
Soon as you go give them what they asking, they gon' ask for more
Running out of drank, I'm pouring up like it's my last resort
Sipping when I'm stressing, just go and get the money shit probably heal depression
A lot of people forcing it, think that they applying pressure
The whip supercharged but I ain't buying no Tesla
And we all made mistakes but I be trying to correct them
Took a long jump of faith and I landed on some blessings
Know I'm one call away, if you need me to come to the rescue
I'm higher than the rest, helicopter from the Hamptons like let's fly to the jet
Like let's fly her to the hood
I take cash, card, credit and that wire transfer good
Shouldn't easy, it just look like it
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Writer(s): Giles Gibbon, Jason Critchlow
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