Yea I got juice like minute made
Time is money bitch that a minute made
Bitches they be bugging like a can of raid
Bitch ain't that deep like lil blade
Hit with her the death stroke slade
Niggas hating on me that shit is so embedded
Rocking with discover so I need my f*cking credit
Two sides to every story this the real edit
Niggas really 2 face come and get beheaded
Told niggas wake tf up and gotta stop sleeping
Told her keep it real I don't think she know the real meaning
Rapping is my job like a background screening
Thinking about my son/sun everyday like I'm day/ dreaming
Ed and Ed and eddy young nigga stay scheming
40 hour week get money yea I stay feining
Yea I see the hate can't let it get me down tho
You think you IT but you really is a clown bro
When I get rich don't ever come around hoe
I'm be real nigga till I'm the ground hoe
Wtf you got more miles than a car show
Don't gotta a lot of friends but plenty foes
Came a long way from smoking out of bandos
Don't ever try play me like banjo
Niggas lame shit sad shit pathetic
How You faker that a prosthetic
Making up/ make up lies like you cosmetic
Running to the money got me feeling atheltic
Niggas they be sweet I'm not diabetic
Mike amiri jeans they feel like genetic
Tired of niggas doubting I can rap yea
I'm just trying jersey on the map yea
I Just want the suite life like I'm zack yea
Laid back nigga I don't motherf*cking lack yea
Wanna kick it like the shoes off the rack yea
Niggas trying copy like a printer that facts yea
Money on mind tired of working Nine to Five
Ball so much that it feel like overtime
I just hope things get better overtime
Money every minute gettin paid for my rhyme
Got a clean record but these bars is a crime
Still taking Ubers how tf you going ride
Trying catch up life passing me by
Rip grandma I ain't really say good bye
Rip grandpop taught me how to make a tie
Get this green and chicken like my name Popeye
Head triple A I'm get when I drive
Head triple A like she work for roadside
I've been getting checks I ain't even verified
I've been top tier you can see in my eyes
Getting Washington's like I'm trying equalize
Money keep calling I ain't missing no replies
They don't share ya music they don't wanna see you shine
Niggas they be hating but you gotta peep the signs
Built way up but I'm real by design
ED M$nEY - M1NUTE MAID Lyrics
ED M$nEY - M1NUTE MAID Lyrics
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
English
Yea I got juice like minute made
Time is money bitch that a minute made
Bitches they be bugging like a can of raid
Bitch ain't that deep like lil blade
Hit with her the death stroke slade
Niggas hating on me that shit is so embedded
Rocking with discover so I need my f*cking credit
Two sides to every story this the real edit
Niggas really 2 face come and get beheaded
Told niggas wake tf up and gotta stop sleeping
Told her keep it real I don't think she know the real meaning
Rapping is my job like a background screening
Thinking about my son/sun everyday like I'm day/ dreaming
Ed and Ed and eddy young nigga stay scheming
40 hour week get money yea I stay feining
Yea I see the hate can't let it get me down tho
You think you IT but you really is a clown bro
When I get rich don't ever come around hoe
I'm be real nigga till I'm the ground hoe
Wtf you got more miles than a car show
Don't gotta a lot of friends but plenty foes
Came a long way from smoking out of bandos
Don't ever try play me like banjo
Niggas lame shit sad shit pathetic
How You faker that a prosthetic
Making up/ make up lies like you cosmetic
Running to the money got me feeling atheltic
Niggas they be sweet I'm not diabetic
Mike amiri jeans they feel like genetic
Tired of niggas doubting I can rap yea
I'm just trying jersey on the map yea
I Just want the suite life like I'm zack yea
Laid back nigga I don't motherf*cking lack yea
Wanna kick it like the shoes off the rack yea
Niggas trying copy like a printer that facts yea
Money on mind tired of working Nine to Five
Ball so much that it feel like overtime
I just hope things get better overtime
Money every minute gettin paid for my rhyme
Got a clean record but these bars is a crime
Still taking Ubers how tf you going ride
Trying catch up life passing me by
Rip grandma I ain't really say good bye
Rip grandpop taught me how to make a tie
Get this green and chicken like my name Popeye
Head triple A I'm get when I drive
Head triple A like she work for roadside
I've been getting checks I ain't even verified
I've been top tier you can see in my eyes
Getting Washington's like I'm trying equalize
Money keep calling I ain't missing no replies
They don't share ya music they don't wanna see you shine
Niggas they be hating but you gotta peep the signs
Built way up but I'm real by design
Time is money bitch that a minute made
Bitches they be bugging like a can of raid
Bitch ain't that deep like lil blade
Hit with her the death stroke slade
Niggas hating on me that shit is so embedded
Rocking with discover so I need my f*cking credit
Two sides to every story this the real edit
Niggas really 2 face come and get beheaded
Told niggas wake tf up and gotta stop sleeping
Told her keep it real I don't think she know the real meaning
Rapping is my job like a background screening
Thinking about my son/sun everyday like I'm day/ dreaming
Ed and Ed and eddy young nigga stay scheming
40 hour week get money yea I stay feining
Yea I see the hate can't let it get me down tho
You think you IT but you really is a clown bro
When I get rich don't ever come around hoe
I'm be real nigga till I'm the ground hoe
Wtf you got more miles than a car show
Don't gotta a lot of friends but plenty foes
Came a long way from smoking out of bandos
Don't ever try play me like banjo
Niggas lame shit sad shit pathetic
How You faker that a prosthetic
Making up/ make up lies like you cosmetic
Running to the money got me feeling atheltic
Niggas they be sweet I'm not diabetic
Mike amiri jeans they feel like genetic
Tired of niggas doubting I can rap yea
I'm just trying jersey on the map yea
I Just want the suite life like I'm zack yea
Laid back nigga I don't motherf*cking lack yea
Wanna kick it like the shoes off the rack yea
Niggas trying copy like a printer that facts yea
Money on mind tired of working Nine to Five
Ball so much that it feel like overtime
I just hope things get better overtime
Money every minute gettin paid for my rhyme
Got a clean record but these bars is a crime
Still taking Ubers how tf you going ride
Trying catch up life passing me by
Rip grandma I ain't really say good bye
Rip grandpop taught me how to make a tie
Get this green and chicken like my name Popeye
Head triple A I'm get when I drive
Head triple A like she work for roadside
I've been getting checks I ain't even verified
I've been top tier you can see in my eyes
Getting Washington's like I'm trying equalize
Money keep calling I ain't missing no replies
They don't share ya music they don't wanna see you shine
Niggas they be hating but you gotta peep the signs
Built way up but I'm real by design
Writer: Edward Laporte
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid