Ain't gon block that bitch she gon watch me win
Money just like love shit blows in the wind
But I still don't know how to make the verses hit
Yeah trust me I know that them verses mid
God has a plan he ain't finished with
I started this shit but i ain't finished it
Money always show who you really is
Know I need some money I ain't get it yet
Its a cold world and she proved that
Hoped wouldn't grow apart but i knew that
I fell way to hard and you ain't felt that
Way in your heart so shit felt bad
Its ok I'm sticking to gods plan
Be careful takin opinions from the wrong man
I need me a million-money tall bands
House up in the hills be a tall man
Yeah Im sorry
But i need me some money need a rarie
I dont need all of yall hatin on me
Yall cappin some mad shit honestly
This might be on the album possibly
Or it might just be a failed one honestly
Hating on my music
Hows yours?
You aint got the time for it
Oh word?
I dont give you my two cents
Keep yours
Dont worry about what im doing
Stay poor
Been doin this 8 months
Oh lord
I need me a lambo
No ford
Wip need 2 doors
No four
Makin it outa New York
Im sick of your bullshit bitch im sneezing
Im done with this shit its that season
I dont want no bitches that be cheating
Not even mad but whats the reason?
Yeah Im sorry
But i need some money need a rarie
I dont need all of yall hatin on me
Yall cappin some mad shit honestly
Ain't gon block that bitch she gon watch me win
Money just like love shit blows in the wind
But I still dont know how to make the verses hit
Yeah trust me I know that them verses mid