Money Flow

Yeah Money Bitch Yeah You don't practice what you preach And it's funny 'cause you talk a lot Attracted all the pigs doin' donuts in that parking lot Boxing on the box I beat it up don't need a octagon Bitches don't make money If she don't f*ck then I don't talk to her Ask them people what's my name I'm C MONEY bitch I'm popular Mexican drinkin; on tequila f*ck the vodka bruh Ask me for a feature with no bread ok I'm blockin' ya I don't got no friends I got brothers like the mafia Ridin' in the lamb I could never be a sheep The bullshits for the birds I won't even send a tweet Instrumentals naw I f*ck 'em up so lets call 'em beats Got the Breads on my feet chasin' dough wearin' wheats When I was younger all I ever wanted was a lil peace But now I see the bigger picture and I'm tryna' get a piece Of that motherfuckin' paper catch a milly won't be pleased You make a hundred thousand and you freeze A hundred billion when I ease Told my pops that I'd be hot I didn't have to have degrees Told you I don't f*ck with rats even though I love the cheese I just flew my Lil Baby out to California Breeze You reap what you sew and life ain't what it seems So I'm rippin' at the seams Wide awake I live the dream wearing rings Watches chains every motherfuckin' thing That I could put on my body and It wont turn me green money feign Throw dirt on my name grow a lil tree Wrap it up in some paper two puffs enough for me She bustin' up her knees tryna make me pleased Bust a nut and leave You would beg to f*ck she f*ck for me And she don't f*ck for free But I fucked for free Was back when I let her f*ck with me You don't practice what you preach And it's funny 'cause you talk a lot Attracted all the pigs doin' donuts in that parking lot Boxing on the box I beat it up don't need a octagon Bitches don't make money If she don't f*ck then I don't talk to her