Married to the Game

On this money shit every day nikka got to get it Bout my business Cant fall off securing my position Took a flight to the A delivered all prescriptions Gangbangers and hustlers Pimpin all in the trenches Can you tell a nikka all about the doughy Nikkaz hatin on the low You don’t even know me Pillow talkin to these hoes The bitch just told me Get caught lackin out the blue You nikkaz is lummy Actin tough In the club Get shot In the Parkin lot Now you lay up in a hurst Becaus you nikkaz talk a lot We use to lay in Asian houses After we use to plot Cash out on a bust down Rollie Post to the gram for the cloud Catch this drip Jordan ones Polo down for the swag They rather hate on a nikka While I’m chasin a bag Dick her down She suckin dick Got my hand in her bag Slide out In a foreign While I’m blowin this gas Saint FMG Once again You on that dumb shit Caught me fuckin on yo bestfriend I run this But never catch me runnin from no man We can box it out Or you can get hit Wit this 40 thang I’m just sayin Why you playin If you ain’t bout yo money I ain’t stayin F*ck you once Then ima hit the road I ain’t layin I ain’t wit the simpin shit No I’m not a Pimp bitch If you got some money I will always ATM a bitch Slidin dolo in the whip Nikka I don’t need no friends You can keep the fake shit Hear me out Don’t want to kill a man All about this money ABM It’s tatted on my skin Fast money gang Stackin up to a million A meal again Watt you thought I’m eatin out here Fly fresh nikka Bout this shit Bitch it’s my year 2019 And beyond a couple light years Catch up if you can You must heard Yea it quit clear