You say your n***a gettin, money, that ain't no money to me
You say your n***a gettin, money, that ain't no money to me
This is a joka beatz production
Bad bitches, young n***as, and G's
My enemies be on my dick, they look like groupies to me
My bad ain't your girlfriend, then why she leaving with me?
We ain't dating, for a week, but still she gave me a key
I'm your homeboy, picture man, a gram to three
I told them count them bands up, I got em seventeen a key
And even though you see me on TV, jam all the week
I got the stupid and rich game, a n***a here for the thing
I got the kangaroo money, bout to jump on with Jay
I count a hundred thousand dollars, I was just in my teens
NBA money, n***a, that just one of my rings
You say your n***a again, money, that ain't no money to me
You say your n***a again, money, that ain't no money to me
You say your n***a again, money, that ain't no money to me
You say your n***a again, money, that ain't no money to me
You say your n***a again, money, that ain't no money to me
This production
Bad bitches, young n***as, and jeans
My enemies be on my dick, they look like groupies to me
My fam ain't your girlfriend, then why she leaving with me?
We ain't dating, but we, but still she gave me a key
That bitch gave me a key, told me to come round three
Got straight down to Venice, didn't even roll my weed
Beat it down and hit the road, I ain't got time for you messy hoes
I'm out here getting low, getting rich off flow
Hurt your n***a getting money, that ain't shit to me
Every time I got that pussy, I done charged a fee
Out there Henny trying to make it home
Bitch keep blowing up my phone, but I'm in the zone
And we in the bottom zone
You say your n***a again, money, that ain't no money to me
You say your n***a again, money, that ain't no money to me
You say your n***a again, money, that ain't no money to me
You know what time it is, n***a
Hard hustled music, n***a
1917
Louisville, ATL n***a
You say your n***a again, money, that ain't no money to me