MAGARI: - BAP90:(Tryna Get Tha Money) (feat. 63Huncho) Lyrics

Marq, you made this melody?
Nah, nah, I f*ck with this, me and 63 finna come different with this one, tryna get the
Yeah, tryna get the money, yeah, tryna get the money, yeah
Tryna get the money, tryna get the money
Slidin' on the track when I step behind the mic
Shorty hit me up and she been tryna get the pipe
Way them niggas talkin', we gon see it on sight
I'ma take it to the streets, see who's wrong and who's right
Baby you know, the way this gonna go
You're gonna say you miss me and I'ma say I know
Clickin' through my options like I'm tryna watch a show
And I'm keepin' all my options cause I'm tryna find the gold
Take her to the crib and she never wanna leave
I keep it locked away, no emotions on my sleeve
Coverin' up her face like she tryna block a sneeze
It's gonna be alright, baby, you just need to breathe
Uh, hey, I'm smokin' out the bong and it's dirty
And I'm pullin' up my music, I hit play, And I'm swervin' in a mothaf*ckin' FJ
She touchin' up my arm, gettin' flirty
Okay, I take it back
Back to the stu, man, I'm ventin' when I rap
Feelin' like Madden, bitch, I'm callin' all the plays
And this Chef on the beat, I could ride this shit for days
On God, tryna get the money, yeah, tryna get the honeys
Tryna get the m-m-money, tryna get the h-h-honey, yeah
Tryna get the money, hmm, tryna get the honeys, yeah
Niggas want me dead for a hunnid, yeah, okay, let's go
Lookin at my window pane as I fye the ganja up
Lil f*ck nigga just complain no you is not one of us
Get it standin in the rain I emerged out the dust
I can't even call em a mane cuz these niggas movin sus
Never settle same thing you can't f*ck with us
Shawty wanna be my main thang I see wassup wit her
Nigga you know that you a dang lame f*ck you mugging for
Better stay off in yo dang lane I might buss at ya
Betta stay off in yo dang lane, why you acting tough?
I just made your bitch smile now she wanna give it up
Yeah she buss it down for me in the back of a Accura
She say she don't f*ck with you, you make her uncomfortable
Yeah, yeah, tryna get the money, yeah, tryna get the money
Yeah, tryna get the honeys, hmm, tryna get the honeys
Tryna get the honey, stingin' like a bee
My niggas fightin' for the hunnids
Ride me to this beat, baby, feel me in your stomach
If you wanna f*ck with me, grab a seat and get to gunnin'
Baby said she go both ways, crisscross
Paintin' her picture in my mind, Bob Ross
Boppin' her head, cause she f*ckin' with my song
They overlook, our come up, middle finger they're lost
Oh, baby, hittin' my phone all day
Baby said she startin' to feel real strange lately
Got the guys in the field makin' plays
Baby, okay, bitch, been like a bay bladey
Tryna get the money, cause they made me
Yeah, yeah, cause they made me
Tryna get the money, cause they made me
Yeah, yeah