[ Featuring Yasmin ]
The way they be doubting me in my mind
Feel times slipping away how i feel so divine
This aint no trap rap, no cloud rap, motherf*ckers amount to that, no slack
Two stacks of two bands, i got one bitch
Looking at my love parallel the way I flipped one car, got two bands, got three crazy bitches, got four rants, with 5 hoes that's a 6 some, but in the end it's
Going ballistic but listen im missin I'm feeling like something was wrong with me
I pour the pain out in the drank, we finna pull up we thinking big
I got cash in the compound, aint no sellout unless I got these shows down, tours done, imagine me in the Datsun, xander eating up the zyns going crazy like damn thats that son (son)
But i clipped the motherf*cker the way I flipped a motherf*cker to how in the end it's just
All about the money
And all the shit I make
What im motivated by
I can see better clouds up in the skies
It dont matter if they don't give a f*ck about u
Its all about the money, and what that money goes to
Some nights I wanna scream, some nights , we going for a hunnid, maybe just a million, this the life im livin
Aint finna talk to no hoe through the snap shit, i have that method the way I got em thinking of seconds, eleven minutes to heaven, imagine the setting when I said it
She be tasting like candy depending on the days of the week
Keep your mouth shut and dont speak
I got soldiers that never retreat, and i repeat
And i need to hold you one more time , as if it's the last time
Imma blow up in front of everybody, i got that new gatti and i gotta, put the money up fo i went from all that to a scholar in this rap field
On the other side of the world my people getting killed
Swallowing some more pills, like farzan how's that gonna help? U finna feel yourself? You finna heal yourself, this shit is that perfect art, you wanna talk but I aint got nowhere to start and the whip is push to start since its
All about the money
And all the shit I make
What im motivated by
I can see better clouds up in the skies
It dont matter if they don't give a f*ck about u
Its all about the money, and what that money goes to
Some nights I wanna scream, some nights , we going for a hunnid, maybe just a million, this the life im livin
All about the money
Dead in the middle of little Italy, got me thinking having thoughts more vividly, remember me
When you're gone, cause imma disappear forever, got the new Beretta, getting my shit together
But you won't understand it, the way I coordinated it and planned it, all this aint planned bitch
But i got homies that finna die for their chain, and imma take the blame, imma go insane, run it back
