[Intro]
Money bags
(MikeMadeThe808s)
I'm way up
Like thirty floors up

[Chorus]
I never needed them, them n***as needed us
Only love me when I'm broke, didn't wanna see me up
Time is money, what's the pape' without the lovey-dovey?
I was told you die alone, you better live for somethin'
Fuck love, it left a scar, so I don't trust bitches
Money on the floor, I'm up, so what's up with it?
And I can't put that Glock down 'cause I'm stuck with it
Hundreds, they be bustin' out the jeans, that's how I fuck with it

[Verse 1]
Live a little in thе streets 'cause n***as die a lot
I ain't with the back and forth 'causе I'll beat your block
Pocket watchin', wonder why these n***as think I'm rich
Thought I was been fallin' off, but I'm still lit
And I can show you everything I was grinding for
Young n***as with them bands tryna up the score
Tell a n***a that it's up, but it's on the floor
Before this pandemic, n***as never seen a loaf
And I was tryna mind my business, but they tried to kill me
But you know we doubled back, that shit was minor
Heard that n***a killed his own mans, he ain't no slider
If I ain't up a mil' by this year, I'ma retire
[Chorus]
I never needed them, them n***as needed us
Only love me when I'm broke, didn't wanna see me up
Time is money, what's the pape' without the lovey-dovey?
I was told you die alone, you better live for somethin'
Fuck love, it left a scar, so I don't trust bitches
Money on the floor, I'm up, so what's up with it?
And I can't put that Glock down 'cause I'm stuck with it
Hundreds, they be bustin' out the jeans, that's how I fuck with it

[Verse 2]
I really leveled up, you can check my videos
Get back, I gave that bitch, she gave me ten back
And I can't post up every day, already lived that
Don't wanna ruin your fun, but we done did that
A hundred bands ain't shit, I blew it in a month
N***as postin' every move up on IG, clown
Had they turn, pass the ball 'cause you know we got now
N***as see us at the top, but we started from the ground
I'm on the road, I ducked off like the state troopers
My old shooter got rich, I need a new shooter
And tell a bitch to shut up and get her bands up
If you bein' real, in a year, I sent a Lam' truck

[Chorus]
I never needed them, them n***as needed us
Only love me when I'm broke, didn't wanna see me up
Time is money, what's the pape' without the lovey-dovey?
I was told you die alone, you better live for somethin'
Fuck love, it left a scar, so I don't trust bitches
Money on the floor, I'm up, so what's up with it?
And I can't put that Glock down 'cause I'm stuck with it
Hundreds, they be bustin' out the jeans, that's how I fuck with it