(Interlude)
Money is a thing we strive for
But she all about the bag no grind dawg


(Hook)

(Verse 1)

(Hook)

[DHayesProductions]

(Verse 2: Yamine)
Bitches be acting all hesitant
Even when we got the bag, the money be vanishing
Never ever gonna talk about lady
Baby, got that cash I saved it
Won’t spend shit on a bitch I made it
Take it, the money I flip I tame it
She outta her mind, won’t waste no time, got quarters and dimes worth a stack for my rhyme I’m
Sick and tired of her lies I won’t buy, don’t fall for shit even though you fine
She whipped a quick fit, the bits and tits missed
This sticks conflicted it, I’m pissed u dumb prick
Doctor Miami can’t even fix that ass hoe u ****** bitch
Still I slide through whenever
No matter the day night and the weather
thought you was a visionary
Everytime I went out to get bread you was doing missionary
(Hook)