Matt Fuze
All About The Money Freestyle
[Verse 1: Matt Fuze]
She say she want to check my style no Nike
I step into my city with my Timberland's icy
No dollars just dreams
That’s why the people try me
Just tryna make a living got my moms right behind me
Reddcity got the whole motherfucking building shaking
Open ya mouth it’s your career that you’re staking
Act like it’s prohibited to motherfucking to make it
Crystal clean lights make you finally awaken
Fuck it bitch I’m waitin’
Black ski mask let’s start the party
Keep them fake wheels spinning, like a trolley
This shit like a car missed clutch now you stalling
My phone ringing... It’s my ex tryna call me
Fuck it bitch, leave another message at the damn beep
And if I answer, you better... you better let me speak
Dead presidents I told them boys the pot melting
Father figure can’t understand, speaking Celtic
Split the check sike I ain’t cutting half of that
That pump’ll make you hit a super flip just like an acrobat
Rhymes make a carpet hover so I brought Aladdin back
Hip-hop where I can talk and feel my natural habitat
Compare yourself to me, like a rat to an elephant
Tough talk but step into the plate ain’t nothing settling
Young boys packing the 38 street veterans
Waiting for better days, time slow street medicine
[Hook: Matt Fuze]
It’s all about the, all about the money
It’s all about the, all about that money
It’s all about the, all about the money
It’s all about the, man fuck that money
[Verse 2: Matt Fuze]
Suicide competing in my head with wantin’ to stay alive
One thing I’m never gon do is put my crew aside
Truth preacher
No time for boogie lies, swallow the pride and do what I gotta do if its do or die
Supreme hat, Bape hoodie, gotta keep it clean
Bad bitch sittin’ on my lap while sippin’ easter pink
My brain hurting, my car swerving I need to think
The only time I’m tripping’s when I’m taking trips into the bank
Dank weed that I’m rollin’ up for the foreign bae
Burning like its fuego I told them boys better stay away
100 cut papers green sittin’ with a franklin face
This ain’t a race and even if it was I’m in a faster pace
I’m super fly, sittin’ way above you theoretically
Speaking I ain’t even gotta lie no getting rid of me
Ever since the age of 7 father wanted rid of me
Slithering fucking snakes I can see you inside my memory
Rest in peace, Jean, Victor, Chucky, and Zach
Pigs coming to my house asking my momma where I’m at
10 deep with a crew of masked brothers holding bats
Territory of the legends I ain’t never going back
Don’t plan to be forgotten
Grind ain’t ever fucking stopping
MCM, Louie, Fendi, Prada, Hermes what I’m rocking
Like a taser everything that I done spit is fucking shocking
Preparation for the world cause they don’t know what I got dropping boy
(And still I tell em like this yo, tell em like this)
It’s all about the, all about the money...
(Told em)
Man fuck it boy I got me all the money...
Shit