[Verse 1]
You ain't never seen your mama cry
Brother shot slidin', you wasn't there when it's time to ride
How the fuck scope the scene turn into a homicide?
We stand on business, never see it like it's camouflage
Your card ain't good over here, gotta analyze
I got some bitches I can't fuck, so I just fantasize
I got my hands in some shit, I need it sanitized
Every time I hear my name, I drop another thousand
All my niggas out here hustlin', bitches, I can't trust 'em
Got her in that spaceship, then your bitch got abducted
Wе ain't drinkin' no hard liquor, boy, that Cris' got her fuckin'
Everybody 'round me еatin', even my bitch got a hundred, easy money
[Chorus]
I don't even wanna be around you, you let the money change you
Three bad bitches with me, think it's Charlie Angels
You think them niggas pits, turn them boys to angels
Save that money that you make, I bet that money save you
A four inside a small-ass pop, you don't wanna taste it
My phone rung three times, I know they want a favor
He FaceTime with some purp, I want a hundred cases
I don't even want they body, I just want they faces
[Verse 2]
Give me the test, I been passed, I just wanna ace it
Don't double back, I been fucked, she must wanna pay me
I brought some drip to the city, it's just a lil' flavor
Hate when niggas say I'm fake, I'm gettin' real paper
I spent a hundred last month, I need a real agent
She like to tell me when she comin' and she still taste
Turn black tar to white bitches, man, I feel racist
Bitch, I'm OT slangin' pills and I got bills waitin'
I think I'm traumatized
I ain't see you 'round or goin' to slide, it's a homicide
Crib got shot up so many times, I seen my mama cry
Bitches fake and niggas switchin' sides, so I ride with mine, ayy, ayy
[Chorus]
I don't even wanna be around you, you let the money change you
Three bad bitches with me, think it's Charlie Angels
You think them niggas pits, turn them boys to angels
Save that money that you make, I bet that money save you
A four inside a small-ass pop, you don't wanna taste it
My phone rung three times, I know they want a favor
He FaceTime with some purp, I want a hundred cases
I don't even want they body, I just want they faces
[Outro]
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
You ain't never seen your mama cry
Brother shot slidin', you wasn't there when it's time to ride
How the fuck scope the scene turn into a homicide?
We stand on business, never see it like it's camouflage
Your card ain't good over here, gotta analyze
I got some bitches I can't fuck, so I just fantasize
I got my hands in some shit, I need it sanitized
Every time I hear my name, I drop another thousand
All my niggas out here hustlin', bitches, I can't trust 'em
Got her in that spaceship, then your bitch got abducted
Wе ain't drinkin' no hard liquor, boy, that Cris' got her fuckin'
Everybody 'round me еatin', even my bitch got a hundred, easy money
[Chorus]
I don't even wanna be around you, you let the money change you
Three bad bitches with me, think it's Charlie Angels
You think them niggas pits, turn them boys to angels
Save that money that you make, I bet that money save you
A four inside a small-ass pop, you don't wanna taste it
My phone rung three times, I know they want a favor
He FaceTime with some purp, I want a hundred cases
I don't even want they body, I just want they faces
[Verse 2]
Give me the test, I been passed, I just wanna ace it
Don't double back, I been fucked, she must wanna pay me
I brought some drip to the city, it's just a lil' flavor
Hate when niggas say I'm fake, I'm gettin' real paper
I spent a hundred last month, I need a real agent
She like to tell me when she comin' and she still taste
Turn black tar to white bitches, man, I feel racist
Bitch, I'm OT slangin' pills and I got bills waitin'
I think I'm traumatized
I ain't see you 'round or goin' to slide, it's a homicide
Crib got shot up so many times, I seen my mama cry
Bitches fake and niggas switchin' sides, so I ride with mine, ayy, ayy
[Chorus]
I don't even wanna be around you, you let the money change you
Three bad bitches with me, think it's Charlie Angels
You think them niggas pits, turn them boys to angels
Save that money that you make, I bet that money save you
A four inside a small-ass pop, you don't wanna taste it
My phone rung three times, I know they want a favor
He FaceTime with some purp, I want a hundred cases
I don't even want they body, I just want they faces
[Outro]
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
( Baby Money )
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