Yeah yeah yeah yeah I've been talking bout this shit for a while But uh, ah We 'gon talk about it one more fucking time Let me tell you bout this money bitch Need a hundred quick 'Cuz we too legit Talking shit Why you talking shit Put them lips on zip Money bitch Need a hundred quick 'Cuz we too legit Talking shit Why you talking shit Put them lips on zip Okay I'm pouring like I am OJ In a foreign whip with a foreign bitch And a warrant out for that court case It's a cold case my nigga more ways To fuck up the vibes Hoes wanna slide Attached to the raps and these wack niggas rhymes In the back of the class and I'm grabbing her thigh No I'm tapping her ass No I'm catching the rye Oh, my god Look I'm rocking with her and her mom in the the street Bitch I'm hanging just like I'm Sadam Hussein These bitches go 'cray when they hear the name On the front page need update got an upgrade to my pay grade I need to placate hoes Popping with flows and I'm copping the robes And I'm dropping the songs to put rocks in her lobes like Let me tell you bout this money bitch Need a hundred quick 'Cuz we too legit Talking shit Why you talking shit Put them lips on zip Money bitch Need a hundred quick 'Cuz we too legit Talking shit Why you talking shit Put them lips on zip (look listen) Off rap it's a shame that All y'all niggas off brand and I'm on that Make a deal no contract Contact make a nigga see eye to eye I put glasses on the table Y'all just sit till I arrive Make sense nigga I make cent nigga All upon the dollar take em to the pen nigga Cuz she been crashing at my pad take a note bitch I hope Y'all would've listened when he spoke murder wrote Hoping for the day where I stutter I fly not flutter Take 'em to the grave on my momma Calcutta Uh, gotta lotta time to judge not to love They've been tryna take me to the fucking judge then I run Yeah my seat's full up inside of rooms full of people That wanna see me falter when I preach like the steeple Ah damn, the truth is divine Put a line through the sign nigga we is unequal I'm a cut above the rest of these other brother's best It's this shit asbestos the songs hot no sweat bitch I'm repping myself and my motherfucking name John Michel say it loud I'm like freedom when it ring A vision in my head where I can but then you can't Make me wanna pop my lid pressure builds coke no can Cuz she's outta her brain when she's all upon these substances Autopilot train off track nigga fuck that shit Now where the fuck my money at nigga? I've been waiting too fucking long for your Punk stupid fucking ass to come through With a dime for your old lady nigga Now I ain't gon ask you one more fucking time Where the fuck it is Let me tell you bout this money bitch Need a hundred quick 'Cuz we too legit Talking shit Why you talking shit Put them lips on zip Money bitch Need a hundred quick 'Cuz we too legit Talking shit Why you talking shit Put them lips on zip Money bitch Need a hundred quick 'Cuz we too legit Talking shit Why you talking shit Put them lips on zip Money bitch Need a hundred quick 'Cuz we too legit Talking shit Why you talkin shit Put them lips on zip I want my money nigga I need my money nigga Now I ain't gon say it again lil nigga Give me my mother fucking money before I do something about it