[Intro]

HoeDat’sVenoAye
YGBB the gang, I’d never switch lanes n***a
(Haan)
Money come, money go
Is it money, is I️t gang, who you do it for
You see the fame, now you changed, I️ ain’t
Aye

[Verse 1]

These fives turn to tens, these tens turn into twenties
These n***as chasing pussy, but I'm just worried ‘bout money
Skipped the higher learning, but trust me I ain't no dummy
And she know I got no heart, but it's funny cuz she still love me
It's funny she wanna fuck me
Just the other day she was telling me “back up off me”
She switching once I got money
Chain on me shining, my jewelry so fucking sunny
I don’t tuck it, I'm like “fuck it, what n***a gone take it from me”
I’m just tryna whip the Bentley like a tothole bitch
Four-five on my side with a 5’4 bitch
Top down, roof gone, how I chop off shit
That bitch keep nagging in my ear, she getting dropped off quick aye
Pay attention, you could learn something n***a
Riding ‘round with two zips, don’t swerve lil’ n***a
Got a stretcher waiting for em ‘case we hurt something n***a
You a pussy boy, you’d prolly put a skirt on n***a aye

[Chorus]

Money come, money go
Tell me is it the money, or do you love me hoe
Type of money got these bitches acting funny though
Type of money make these n***as act funny though
Money come, money go
Is it money, is it gang, who you do it for
You see the fame, now you changed, I️ ain’t stupid hoe
If it ain’t money, cars, clothes, what you do it for
[Verse 2]

Grew up money hungry, I was scheming and shit
Mama working two jobs, i barely seen her and shit
Up late, was on my grind, banging Jeezy and shit
Small city, so i had to dream bigger and shit
Look, fuck a friend, I’m just tryna make a profit n***a
I’m that n***a from the 3 to get it popping n***a Heard that pussy popping for anybody that’s popping
In my city, I’m a legend, I’m a prophet n***a, doctor n***a
But I ain’t saving nobody
I’m tryna run a fucking check up, I ain’t chasing nobody
I just stay up in my lane, and I don’t hate on nobody
And Imma leve this world alone, just how I came, with nobody
When it’s all said and done, who the real big homie
Just because you forty, that don’t make yo ass a OG
I’m walking ‘round your city, n***as acting like they know me
They said that money getting to me, that shit don’t control me
That’s on my brodies n***a
Fitted jeans, fitted cap, with a fitted strap
Long story short, get in where you fit in at
Fitted jeans, fitted cap, with a fitted strap
Long story short, n***a get in where you fit in at

[Chorus]

Money come, money go
Tell me is it the money, or do you love me hoe
Type of money got these bitches acting funny though
Type of money make these n***as act funny though
Money come, money go
Is it money, is it gang, who you do it for
You see the fame, now you changed, I️ ain’t stupid hoe
If it ain’t money, cars, clothes, what you do it for
{Outro]

Bitch
Aye aye, lil’ bitch
Know what it is n***a, aye
Know what it is n***a