Money

Pushers n peddlers , man
RIP ANT long live 40
Man
If you ain't at the table then you on the table

[Hook]
We been grinding and stacking my n***a
So fuck what you heard
Don't call me to chill or gimme no pussy or smoke from the first to the third
I'm in the kitchen and cooking and whipping and wishing that we had a bird
I pull up and swerve, quickly I serve and drop my fiend at the curb
I just want the fucking money all my n***as just want the money
All these n***as acting funny
Well Ima just tell em to run it
Big shit by my stomach and no kick
Ima straight punt it
Foreign car doing 100 and I told my n***a to gun it

[Verse 1. Jduce]
N***as been waiting for me to start back snapping they been like Duce what's the hold up?
Well I had a baby the street shit was crazy we lost 40 man lemme roll up
I'm back in the trap, I'm cooking the crack
Yes, my 40s are fat
And no I don't play and this ain't no football
I just got the hook and the ladder
My haters don't matter I just make them madder
That shit is straight motivation
Lemme find out we ain't sign a deal yet, and n***as is hating
Well this the last straw I get em buried for short cake
I cut off bitches cause they don't show up to court dates!
No need no pill to go on no drill
Man them n***as fakin
Free the gang y'all coming home soon
Man my n***as be patient
If they ain't hating I ain't done enough
Yeah, I was summered up
I trap hard until the sun is up
I'm bout to run it up

[Hook]
We been grinding and stacking my n***a
So fuck what you heard
Don't call me to chill or gimme no pussy or smoke from the first to the third
I'm in the kitchen and cooking whipping and wishing that we had a bird
I pull up and swerve, quickly I serve and drop my fiend at the curb
I just want the fucking money all my n***as just want the money
All these n***as acting funny
Well Ima just tell em to run it
Big shit by my stomach and no kick
Ima straight punt it
Foreign car doing 100 and I told my n***a to gun it