[Skit]

[Hook]:

Put the money in my hand

Don’t say that love don’t cost a thang

Put the money in my hand

Don’t say you only want a friend

Put the money in my hand

Cuz lust gon cost a couple bands

Put the money in my hand

Cuz that ain’t something that I lend


[Verse 1]:

Yo, I know these n***as like to play with me

Cuz every thing that they say to me

Are made up games or pleads to please

They'll pray to me, act differently

Such blasphemy, it baffles me

Still I treat them right

I guess that’s my big heart

I always bring the light
But I play in the dark

When these n***as wanna roll some

Then you know who they hit up

And these bitches gunna talk shit

But I ain’t the one who broke them and left off

I know these n***as gonna hate this

Cuz I’m the muthafuckin' truth tella

But no I’ll never ever out them

In my Jeep, having convos with a bank teller

N***as watch while I do this

But they could never understand it

How a fag that is dark skinned

Became the reason all the baddies claiming “that bitch”
Been driving and I’ve never used a stick shift

But I know how to make a n***a cum quick

When he’s sleep, get my money, use his thumbprint

Then I dip, burn an L, and bump The Pinkprint


[Hook]:

Put the money in my hand

Don’t say that love don’t cost a thang

Put the money in my hand

Don’t say you only want a friend

Put the money in my hand

Yo lust gon cost a couple bands

Put the money in my hand

Cuz that ain’t something that I lend



[Verse 2]:

(Yo)

Now all you lookin ass n***as

Don’t even look at me

I gave y’all third eye chances

To prove that potentially

But still y’all fucked up, three strikes, and y’all still ain't out

But I’m still leveling up, still looking right, still smoking that loud

Now I got a new man, and he on his bankroll

His name is that bag, and he do me right though

And when we fuckin', it’s called so successful

Bitch you know I keep that tight hole

(Ah!)




[Hook]:

Put the money in my hand

Don’t say that love don’t cost a thang

Put the money in my hand

Don’t say you only want a friend

So Put the money in my hand

Yo lust gon cost a couple bands

Yea Put the money in my hand

Cuz that ain’t something that I lend


[Bridge]:

And now he’s out there all alone

Wandering and traveling

His soul, he’s still searching

All that I’ve dreamed for you

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