J. G. MyWorth

I need the dinero No I cannot settle On the gas my foot on the pedal Straight fundamentals Travelin I do not dribble I can't play the middle I'm slick rick and you in a pickle No ref cause I'm too official Cut her off if she ain't beneficial She was too fake straight artificial No I never put my trust in the hoes I stay on my toes I might have some foes Jealousy in they heart so you know how it goes I gave her a rose She got her some clothes She went on the road And brought back my load She did what was told She stuck to the code To do this shit you gotta be bold These niggas gon fold You gotta be solid All about profit Grab the plastic Sack it Stack it Let it grow like it's organic Starbucks baby this that magic Designer my fabric Catch me in traffic I ain't the type that's photographic I know to be wathcin On go I ain't stoppin No mo I ain't starving All gas no breaks I ain't takin no breaks These niggas are snakes No new friends like Drake I straight to the bank What the f*ck do you think (No new friends) I need the dinero No I cannot settle On the gas my foot on the pedal Straight fundamentals Travelin I do not dribble I can't play the middle I'm slick rick and you in a pickle No ref cause I'm too official I need the dinero No I cannot settle On the gas my foot on the pedal Straight fundamentals Travelin I do not dribble I can't play the middle I'm slick rick and you in a pickle No ref cause I'm too official