Money Mentality

Boy they hate that I've been running up my bag I've been staying up all night I've been grinding off my ass I've been making beats in class And they say that I've been destined to be great, I can't be last But everybody stay hatin', they try and say that I'm bad, my skin be thicker than glass But now I'm in my bag, I've been getting straight to the money, my only focus is cash I've been out there swerving in the V8 with my homies Everybody always acting friendly, you don't know me Said I'm from the city where they rob you with the gold teeth Said I'm from the city where your blood don't make you brodie Got me running up my bag I'm with Cutthroat I pop a tag I'm with brodie, he in the scat, we gon' spend it and make it back Drop a part, that's another rack, tell the DJ to run it back I asked my brodie how we gonna make these millions with no packs Got me running up my bag I'm with Cutthroat I pop a tag I'm with brodie, he in the scat, we gon' spend it and make it back Drop a part, that's another rack, tell the DJ to run it back I asked my brodie how we gonna make these millions with no packs Boy they tell me keep it real when I be rapping on the stage Niggas know that I been making all this money catching plays We was out there trying to run it up, my brodie kept a K But free my cousin out that pen, he got 30 up in that cage When we growing up in Baden, my brodie he kept a rake Got some homies that sided with me, I love them late from the lake Mixed two thirties inside the cup, now my body gon' start to shake You know that 1942, Azul, Hennessy be the way Supercharged with V8 motor, always got it turning over, I might have to go and get it in the rain If they try to knock me down, I'mma turn it back around, full 180 come back hit them in they face Got me running up my bag I'm with Cutthroat I pop a tag I'm with brodie, he in the scat, we gon' spend it and make it back Drop a part, that's another rack, tell the DJ to run it back I asked my brodie how we gonna make these millions with no packs Got me running up my bag I'm with Cutthroat I pop a tag I'm with brodie, he in the scat, we gon' spend it and make it back Drop a part, that's another rack, tell the DJ to run it back I asked my brodie how we gonna make these millions with no packs