Not Enough (feat. Russ Hall)

Yeah I'm getting money But I swear it's not enough My bitch she mad at me Because I chose it over love Lost so many niggas to the streets I'll never trust Roll that Mary Jane And then get high 'Cause it's a must See smoking is a must In East Cleveland I trust And if you live to make it out the streets Then it's a plus Stacking hard and grinding too But I don't get the love But I don't need the love And I don't need the likes 'Cause I was out in California Way before the hype Two fifty for a oz Five hundred a flight No quad pay No Klarna No pandemic price I tried to give you game But you ain't take my advice You didn't wanna listen And now you back there wishing The middle of the winter Look at all the sun I'm getting And when it comes to getting money Treat it like a mission And I come from a place Where hating is forbidden And I smoke Weed and f*ck on hoes You should see how I'm living And yeah I might forget But nothing is forgiving house of reps and hazel rd Is all I'm representing And if you can't stand the heat Then get the f*ck up out the kitchen Yeah I'm getting money But I swear it's not enough My bitch she mad at me Because I chose it over love Lost so many niggas to the streets I'll never trust Roll that Mary Jane And then get high 'Cause it's a must Ain't never no limit to this No gimmick , I get it Im living the life that I chose Momma I'm runnin' this shit I just need mo dollars The problem is all in the mind over matter The pussy is wetter when moneys afloat I can come sell em a quote Baby you know how it go Got what ya need indeed to tell 'em some mo Lean back Never do much Just count up and cut up the vibe And I Give 'em the seeds to proceed but the most important is time I'm showing em order I'm showing em profit I'm showing em how to get up and go get it My niggas is wit it The scripture is litty It's written No kidding and we mean business Now let me get back on my dawg shit Big smoke clouds and that bong shit That ATL to that Bay shit But the Land is where we made a statement No statement Just bank statement after statement Uh huh And mo statements and mo statements again But it ain't enough Got Damn Yeah I'm getting money But I swear it's not enough My bitch she mad at me Because I chose it over love Lost so many niggas to the streets I'll never trust Roll that Mary Jane And then get high 'Cause it's a must