If You Didnt

Adversity builds character
Character take your place if money can't, nigga (let me tell you nigga, mane)
Stand-up guy, live or die (fuck what you talkin' 'bout, nigga)
See about me, you don't like it (Bankroll Mafia)

If you didn't fuck so many bitches (give a fuck about them bitches, shawty)
Tryna have the time of your life on the low (ay, I'm about my money now)
Boy, I know you 'bout your money and your riches (give a fuck about them bitches)
But you ain't done a damn thing to keep this going (ay, but what about the money, shawty)
Always talking 'bout the love for your niggas (know I love my niggas)
They ain't gonna fuck you like this pussy at home (we about that money now)
Down for you boy, you could've had a winner (you know I love my niggas)
If you didn't fuck so many bitches (watch you get that money now), whoo, ay

You don't even wanna go to war, say word (okay, tell 'em)
We ain't paying no concerns to the niggas, they scared (no concern, no concern)
You know you wanna get your pussy ass out the country
'Cause you don't wanna see me and Trae tha Truth with the man
Let the whole block have it broad day, trap back alley, project hallway
Always played the game devour way

Me and Thugga, we just parlay, here to us, we did it our way
Shad Da God be on the highway
Look what I had back in my day
Nigga Peewee, he so greedy, still throw bankroll when he see me

Bankroll, Mafia, talk that shit I'm droppin' you
Give a damn how rich or popular
Got Pac in you? What's stoppin' you? (What's stoppin' you?)
For meetin' your match, it ain't gon' be no match, it's just me on your ass
Two or three in your back, now you're bleedin' all over your homie damn pants (yuh!)

Let go the MAC and your homie done ran
No disrespect, know lil' homie the man
Respect for whoever lil' homie demand
But ask your big homie, lil' homie go HAM (I do)
And I don't give a damn, what these bitch niggas pretend when they talk 'bout
'Cause I really am, in the room only made men, get your walk out (go!)

If you didn't fuck so many bitches (give a fuck about them bitches, shawty)
Tryna have the time of your life on the low (ay, I'm about my money now)
Boy, I know you 'bout your money and your riches (give a fuck about them bitches)
But you ain't done a damn thing to keep this going (ay, but what about the money, shawty)
Always talking 'bout the love for your niggas (know I love my niggas)
They ain't gonna fuck you like this pussy at home (we about that money now)
Down for you, boy, you could've had a winner (you know I love my niggas)
If you didn't fuck so many bitches (watch you get that money now)

Nigga, nigga
My dog'll pull up and smoke 'em like a cigar
And she wonder why I love her (what?)
Got her singing, she playing, no guitar
Lil' baby, she don't need wood like you in church
These pussy niggas fake and they twice as greener than turf
I catch a bitch and squirt in her face and that's all she's worth
Hey, I fuck her, treat her like a Maverick, leave her in the dirt
And I got my lean in, and say carry-on like a purse

Time of my life, pull up like, skrrt
I'ma stack it to the ceiling, count it like a nerd
I'm in love with all these bitches, when I'm on that purp'
Hey, I'ma fuck her then I'ma throw her like a nerf
Hey, I fuck your bitch and pass that bitch to my lil' woadie
Hey, he gone hit it from the back, then the front
Then he coming right back like Spaulding
Man that pussy so wet, I need a jet ski, ridin' 24s in LA like Kobe
Michael Jackson, I'ma beat it like she owe me and plus she told me

If you didn't fuck so many bitches (give a fuck about them bitches, shawty)
Tryna have the time of your life on the low (ay, I'm about my money now)
Boy, I know you 'bout your money and your riches (give)
Money and your riches (give)
Money and your riches (give)
Money and your riches (give)



Credits
Writer(s): Ashley Gorley, Jimmy Robbins, Jon Nite, Brett Young
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