Money is not everything, it's the only thing
(It's a Wayne beat)
I'm with BabyTron
Gun got a small boom, it was a baby bomb
I just went and bought a new watch so I can't waste time (Fuck the fire, we got grease)
You a big fat liar, you Faizon
I don't show no love, I don't want no love
I told the bitch, "I'm tryna fuck, I don't want no hug"
My house expensive, I got ten thousand dollar rugs
Tired of sippin' lean out double cups, I think I need a mug
I need a coffee cup
I shot a nigga in his neck, he had to cough it up
Bitch always at the gas station, she let Pauly fuck
Can you shut the fuck up? Bro, you talk too much
Ion wanna hear it
And I'll take a nigga shit before I ever steal it
But ion steal shit
I put bro in gun class 'cause he kill shit
And I just took a number two, but I still shit
You know I shit on niggas
And ion fuck with dawg no more, but that's still my nigga
We just can't hang together
I put two niggas on the rope and let 'em hang together
I make it rain in summertime, I'm finna change the weather
Change the forecast
A million dollars ain't shit, I need more cash
Bitch say I got a horse dick, she got a horse ass
Shit!
Shit talkin' the whole song, they keep askin', "Where the chorus at?"
I know you muslim, but I'm not; where the pork at?
And ion need no knife to stab you, where the fork at?
But ion gotta stab no nigga 'cause I got Glocky with me
And I drop twenty five twice, look like I dropped a fifty
That nigga said he got dogshit, but his pockets empty
I'm gonna slide on my opps like is you rockin' with me?
I'm in the background gettin' sloppy toppy, feel good
And I only really like the head 'cause it feel good
I got a tree branch on the K, it got real wood
And I just broke up with my bitch, but it's still love (Haahh)
Romeo and Juliet, shit, that's real love
I put my hand on my heart, I'm tryna feel love
Man, Jay, you play too much
A lotta shit got said, but I ain't say too much
Girl, ain't nobody tryna fuck your stankin' butt
Better watch out for Lil' Tay, he'll drink yo' cup
Right now I'm chillin' with my white boy, he papered up
I poured a five up, drunk out my baby cup
Face in the pillow, fucked her makeup up
And I know you lyin' 'bout shit you sayin', bro, hang it up
And yes I'm tryna fuck this coochie, languish
He killed five niggas off some angel dust
A six of glass red, like paint in the cup
I wish Virgil was alive
I'll fuck around and have that nigga paint in my cup
It's a deuce of green in there bro, that ain't my cup
Yes I'm a millionaire, I didn't make that up
But look at how I move, I shouldn't even have to say that stuff
They shot him in the stomach, fucked his navel up
Now that nigga got two bellybuttons
I'm on 79th Street tryna sell a button
On some bullshit, you wanna trade yo' gun in?
I could- I could make a bitch stop what she doin' if I say I'm comin', like
Like, if I say I'm comin' over there
Like, I could make a bitch clear a whole schedule just if I say I'm comin'
Then a bitch opened her mouth 'cause I say, "I'm cummin'"
