Money Is the Root of All Evil

I just, want the, I just, want the I just, I just, I just I just, want the, fucking, money I just, want the, fucking, wooh Still chase that bag within the night time If you wave that flag nigga yo life mine Still chase that bag within the night time If you wave that flag nigga yo life mine Still chase that bag Still chase that bag Still Still Still Still Separate self from your frenemies I'm the living proof of what all these Niggas pretend to be These niggas dab in the insta beef Hope that when we link these niggas still Have the same energy Can't show these rappers no sympathy Drum on the choppa now that bitch clap Like a symphony I was outside where them hittas be Police ass nigga you just outside where The witness be Aye These boys be capping for real These boys ain't trapping for real Was taught always be on my guard if you Lack you get killed Before I let you starve I'll get back in that Field Slept on the floor cause the mattress was filled Ima pour up a four after cracking the seal Smoke me a tester this batch you gone Feel I done ran up a check cause that last shit Was real Dressed in vintage baby this ain't no Burberry Heard the oppositions say they gone Murder me I got some that leave a wife beater Burgundy All my youngins they gone step like Fraternities aye That .223 be a scary sight I pour the lean in a cherry sprite, yeah All of my bitches be from different origins So if I'm come thru bitch I ain't staying The night Heard my potna wishing death on me Babymoma put a hex on me I can't trust these niggas or these bitches That's the reason why I keep this tec on Me Ina kitchen like I'm Boyardee Whipping you can't get the recipe I'm up early every morning why cause it's a couple tweakers that invest in me Fasho 7 6 2s know that we bust those Pussy boi can't sit with us cause we cut throat Call a bitch to set him up cause he trust hoes Ran down ona nigga I smell like gun smoke Wanna shine but I still lurk where the sun don't Told his niggas that he love em it's lust tho Tried to play his tape but that shit aint bump tho Pack came in like weave cause I'm getting bundles I plugs aye I don't go anywhere that my gun can't Get a whiff of this dope now he numb faced She know gas what I smoke how them drugs taste F*ck the game like my hoe this a love hate I can't help I grew up in the slums bae Always lingered around where the thugs lay Think he tough at least that's what his thumbs say Social wolfing gone turn into gun play I just, want the, fucking, money I just, want the, fucking, wooh Still chase that bag within the night time If you wave that flag nigga yo life mine Still chase that bag within the night time If you wave that flag nigga yo life mine Still chase that bag within the night time If you wave that flag I just, want the, fucking, money I just, want the, fucking, wooh I just, want the, fucking, money I just, want the, fucking, wooh I just, want the, fucking, money I just, want the, fucking, wooh I just, want the, fucking, money I just, want the, fucking, wooh