Money isn't everything and no, I wanna have a conversation
If money isn't everything then why you wanna have a conversation
It's a liberty, all them nights out doing libertine, oh yeah
I know you got problems, girl, we all got problems
She came 'round French plaits, bonjour (hello)
Hair done, makeup contour (mwah)
Tom Ford, made her want more
But she's too bait, lost cause (bye)
Can't settle down 'til I see an elite
Body makes scenes like Aaliyah Hadid
Foot rub woman and she Vietnamese
I like her but I'm not putting P in, capiche
Can't fly out with the gang 'cause half of these man on probation
Wanna be millionaires, but my niggas ain't got no patience (come on, darg)
My ahk got a strap in the car, but he still wouldn't eat no bacon
What can I say? It's amazing
Cut his girl off to go Afronation (sorry
No snaps allowed, man already told her no snaps allowed
You know what's better than a sports car?
Two tings backseat in a sports bra
Go back to south, yeah, I brought drink, Mo brought the loud
Then we head out on another mission
Dark girl and a light girl, f*ck colorism
Yeah, I be around goons
Up in the ends it's true
You know lot of man hate man
But I'll never be a wasteman
Yeah, I be around goons
Up in the ends it's true
You know lot of man hate man
Too bad, 'cause I'll never be a wasteman
Phoned up T
I'm outside your house
Got the word from two of these things that they wanna come south
Told her take the tram
I'll be there when you shout
Anyway, back to the matter at hand
My darg, I'm down if you're down
One more beep from that car again
Me and my nigga won't make it to our event
I'm childish, beef makes me nostalgic and I
And I don't mind getting blood on this outfit
See the girl I just shouted, she tryna be an accountant
Its mad 'cause I coulda been an accountant
Left uni, first month I made thousands
I think we're mentally scarred
It's so we pretend that we aren't
I know we got problems, girl, we all got problems
Them man say they're gangsters, bad boys
They ain't never seen a hand toy, oh gosh
I know we got problems
Girl, we all got problems (Hardy Cap')
Yeah, I be around goons
Up in the ends it's true
You know lot of man hate man
But I'll never be a wasteman
Yeah, I be around goons
Up in the ends it's true
You know lot of man hate man
Too bad, 'cause I'll never be a wasteman
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Money isn't everything and no, I wanna have a conversation
If money isn't everything then why you wanna have a conversation
It's a liberty, all them nights out doing libertine, oh yeah
I know you got problems, girl, we all got problems
She came 'round French plaits, bonjour (hello)
Hair done, makeup contour (mwah)
Tom Ford, made her want more
But she's too bait, lost cause (bye)
Can't settle down 'til I see an elite
Body makes scenes like Aaliyah Hadid
Foot rub woman and she Vietnamese
I like her but I'm not putting P in, capiche
Can't fly out with the gang 'cause half of these man on probation
Wanna be millionaires, but my niggas ain't got no patience (come on, darg)
My ahk got a strap in the car, but he still wouldn't eat no bacon
What can I say? It's amazing
Cut his girl off to go Afronation (sorry
No snaps allowed, man already told her no snaps allowed
You know what's better than a sports car?
Two tings backseat in a sports bra
Go back to south, yeah, I brought drink, Mo brought the loud
Then we head out on another mission
Dark girl and a light girl, f*ck colorism
Yeah, I be around goons
Up in the ends it's true
You know lot of man hate man
But I'll never be a wasteman
Yeah, I be around goons
Up in the ends it's true
You know lot of man hate man
Too bad, 'cause I'll never be a wasteman
Phoned up T
I'm outside your house
Got the word from two of these things that they wanna come south
Told her take the tram
I'll be there when you shout
Anyway, back to the matter at hand
My darg, I'm down if you're down
One more beep from that car again
Me and my nigga won't make it to our event
I'm childish, beef makes me nostalgic and I
And I don't mind getting blood on this outfit
See the girl I just shouted, she tryna be an accountant
Its mad 'cause I coulda been an accountant
Left uni, first month I made thousands
I think we're mentally scarred
It's so we pretend that we aren't
I know we got problems, girl, we all got problems
Them man say they're gangsters, bad boys
They ain't never seen a hand toy, oh gosh
I know we got problems
Girl, we all got problems (Hardy Cap')
Yeah, I be around goons
Up in the ends it's true
You know lot of man hate man
But I'll never be a wasteman
Yeah, I be around goons
Up in the ends it's true
You know lot of man hate man
Too bad, 'cause I'll never be a wasteman
If money isn't everything then why you wanna have a conversation
It's a liberty, all them nights out doing libertine, oh yeah
I know you got problems, girl, we all got problems
She came 'round French plaits, bonjour (hello)
Hair done, makeup contour (mwah)
Tom Ford, made her want more
But she's too bait, lost cause (bye)
Can't settle down 'til I see an elite
Body makes scenes like Aaliyah Hadid
Foot rub woman and she Vietnamese
I like her but I'm not putting P in, capiche
Can't fly out with the gang 'cause half of these man on probation
Wanna be millionaires, but my niggas ain't got no patience (come on, darg)
My ahk got a strap in the car, but he still wouldn't eat no bacon
What can I say? It's amazing
Cut his girl off to go Afronation (sorry
No snaps allowed, man already told her no snaps allowed
You know what's better than a sports car?
Two tings backseat in a sports bra
Go back to south, yeah, I brought drink, Mo brought the loud
Then we head out on another mission
Dark girl and a light girl, f*ck colorism
Yeah, I be around goons
Up in the ends it's true
You know lot of man hate man
But I'll never be a wasteman
Yeah, I be around goons
Up in the ends it's true
You know lot of man hate man
Too bad, 'cause I'll never be a wasteman
Phoned up T
I'm outside your house
Got the word from two of these things that they wanna come south
Told her take the tram
I'll be there when you shout
Anyway, back to the matter at hand
My darg, I'm down if you're down
One more beep from that car again
Me and my nigga won't make it to our event
I'm childish, beef makes me nostalgic and I
And I don't mind getting blood on this outfit
See the girl I just shouted, she tryna be an accountant
Its mad 'cause I coulda been an accountant
Left uni, first month I made thousands
I think we're mentally scarred
It's so we pretend that we aren't
I know we got problems, girl, we all got problems
Them man say they're gangsters, bad boys
They ain't never seen a hand toy, oh gosh
I know we got problems
Girl, we all got problems (Hardy Cap')
Yeah, I be around goons
Up in the ends it's true
You know lot of man hate man
But I'll never be a wasteman
Yeah, I be around goons
Up in the ends it's true
You know lot of man hate man
Too bad, 'cause I'll never be a wasteman
Writer: Mohamed Hardy Tayyib-Bah, Peter Elegbede
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.