Bout My Money (feat. Peso Peso)

Bitch I am so lit Ever since I took that risk I ain't never been the same since I flipped the bags get the profits and I spent it on my wrist Diamond chains and exotic cars this the life we live I'm that the rapper in my city who really got some bread These pussy boys wanna hate on me that's why they all want me dead I don't give a f*ck I keep my Glocks cocked wit extended megs Why you acting all tough my boy if you kno u ain't bout shit Why you saying you a trapper you if you ain't never touched no brick I choose money No bitch I Sell pounds No zips I'm too fast I'm quick I'm Making plays in the field my boy i ain't talking bout madden That's fifty pounds in a big ole box that's a big package I'm all bout my money I'm full but I'm hungry My trap house stay jumping Hell nah I ain't fronting Twenty That's on my wrist Twenty That's on my neck If it ain't bout no money then it just don't make no sense I'm all bout my money I'm full but I'm still hungry My trap house stay jumping Hell nah I aint fronting Fifty Thats on my wrist Hundred Thats on my neck If the shit aint bout no money then it just don't make no sense My mouth go whew Ice cube In the car strapped wit bout five tools And no bitch you can't f*ck wit me you a broke bitch I don't like you And I aint really wit the internet I be spinning shit ion type foo Got a nice blick and it came wit a switch Got a AR wit a knife too This pocket rocket aint a deuce deuce Had ya bitch come to the mansion only got head cuz the hoe was loose loose See my lil bro really chilling niggas Get to tripping make him turn into Tom Cruise I'll treat his hood like a club wit a AR how I did a walk thru You don't like what that Glock do Try to run from me that is not cool I done shot him I done shot him I done shot them I done shot you You got hit and went to the ER and started talking to them cop dudes Too deep on his block right now and we finna hop out the box coupe I'm all bout my money I'm full but I'm hungry My trap house stay jumping Hell nah I ain't fronting Twenty That's on my wrist Twenty That's on my neck If it ain't bout no money then it just don't make no sense I'm all bout my money I'm full but I'm still hungry My trap house stay jumping Hell nah I aint fronting Fifty Thats on my wrist Hundred Thats on my neck If the shit aint bout no money then it just don't make no sense