Making No Money! (feat. SergeantJ)

Niggas ain't making no, niggas ain't making no money Niggas ain't making no, niggas ain't making no money Niggas ain't making no- (Casanova!) F*ck Niggas ain't making no money Come 'round the gang you gon' look like a dummy Niggas bitches and they just gon' cry to they' mommy I got your bitch, she gon' rub on my tummy I get that paper, no toilet, no mummy Y'all see the vision, turn nothing to something You can't be 'round me, your shit hella bummy Ain't get no bread, your shit hella crummy Nigga, I'm slick, move like a dragon No more fighting 'cause bitches be dragging Got my niggas, we hop in the four-door Pop outside and his bitch want a photo My shit electric, my shit got no motor Niggas smoking that gas, that shit got an odor Too much shit in my brain that I gotta take note of I be balling on niggas, might be Maradona Ayy, ayy, niggas ain't making no money Bad lil' bitch, she come my way My nigga, my drip like a sauna Get the f*ck out my way, lil' bitch Niggas gotta pay me, yeah, just for a flick That nigga keep talking, get popped like a zit Y'all niggas be bummy while me and Casa' getting rich 100K on my wrist Nigga, come get your bitch Me and my niggas, we hop in that Maybach, we hop out that shit and we make your block lit Bitch, bitch, bitch, I'm knocking your door down, I'm taxing your shit and no, I don't take counterfeits, yeah Your bitch f*ck me right, nigga, I'm tryna get high Me and my niggas, I know that we late but open that door, we outside If you trust me, we gon' be alright Talk shit but don't know how to fight Fweah, fweah, fweah, fweah I'm turning that block and you better go hide Niggas ain't making no money Come 'round the gang you gon' look like a dummy Niggas bitches and they just gon' cry to they' mommy I got your bitch, she gon' rub on my tummy I get that paper, no toilet, no mummy Y'all see the vision, turn nothing to something You can't be 'round me, your shit hella bummy Ain't get no bread, your shit hella crummy Nigga, I'm slick, move like a dragon No more fighting 'cause bitches be dragging Got my niggas, we hop in the four-door Pop outside and his bitch want a photo My shit electric, my shit got no motor Niggas smoking that gas, that shit got an odor Too much shit in my brain that I gotta take note of I be balling on niggas, might be Maradona (Balling on niggas, might be Maradona) F*ck all these niggas, no cash in they' pockets Ask me for something, then you getting none That nigga can't get no bitch 'cause he broke If you need a new nigga, you know I'm the one All my niggas gon' blow, Osama, my sons I pull up in that whip with the trunk in the front Could make it rain in this bitch, something slight I feel presidential, bitch, the mansion is white Move in silence, gotta turn off the light That bitch wanna fight I ain't got time, get the f*ck out my sight Niggas be barking, they ain't got no bite Me and SergeantJ, we be on fire, like LA Thoughts on my mind, YNW Melly I just be doing my shit, can't be starting no problems with bitches Niggas ain't making no money Come 'round the gang you gon' look like a dummy Niggas bitches and they just gon' cry to they' mommy I got your bitch, she gon' rub on my tummy I get that paper, no toilet, no mummy Y'all see the vision, turn nothing to something You can't be 'round me, your shit hella bummy Ain't get no bread, your shit hella crummy Nigga, I'm slick, move like a dragon No more fighting 'cause bitches be dragging Got my niggas, we hop in the four-door Pop outside and his bitch want a photo My shit electric, my shit got no motor Niggas smoking that gas, that shit got an odor Too much shit in my brain that I gotta take note of I be balling on niggas, might be Maradona (Casanova!)