Motivated By Money - 4AM in Greensboro Lyrics

Laying with packs, you know I'mma send it
Me and my guys, you know that we sinning
Don't even try, make God can see that
Style protected, bulletproof, Mayback
Letterman jacket, the patches is spotty
Got too many bags, we fill up the lobby
Shitting on niggas, I think it's a hobby
She want the box, I'm calling her Roddy
Y'all be talking crazy, when y'all geeked off the molly
Me and my guys from the concrete like Yachty
Yeah, call me a shawty, she all on my body
Yeah, she can be nice, but I need a lil' naughty
Show up to the party, flexin' my Rari
Apologize for being fly, aint sorry
VIP, my section, we sip Bacardi
Smoking gas in the club like somebody had farted
Damn, man, like, who gonna stop us
4 AM and I'm letting it spill
Throwing them out like his name was Will
Banging on my head, cause this shit the anthe,
Bag on his head, we put him for ransom
Shot at his feet, I'm calling him Dancer
I'm underrated like my name was Prancer
Damn, wait, hold on, I had to stop Cooking this shit, we mixing a pot
How much the watch? I think it's alot
No price tag, I see it, I get it
Whatever's Zay on, you know that I'm with it
Stay with the guys, you know we ain't losing
Spinning with us, you must be stupid
He said he on, whatever I'm on
Im finna slide back to my crib, then yo home
And we slide through the city, put on my V-lone
And I'm finna move you niggas with a U-Haul
Only gangstas shit that y'all did was hang in the hall
And I cherrish my opps, hang em up on the wall
I'm on top of the world, feel like I can't do wrong
And I bought a new whip, I don't care about the cost
Got me feeling like I was Rick Ross
And I know how you niggas get down
All my diamonds be flowing like Jesus
I be rapping like this shit is easy
Bought a jet and it came with a pendant
Gotta sign my own self in the pendant
We not losing no more, we just winning
Smoking that gas, you know it's the opps
Why spin again, we shot up your block
Say you gon' spin, but nigga you not
I hate these broke ass niggas, they say they doing shit
But really they just gonna flop
Really been cooking this shit, you can see this shit
You can smell that shit, my nigga, I'm stirring a pot
Feel like a savage, I say it's a lot
They running from us, they changing the locks
I feel like an alien, I'm out of this planet
Choppa go dun-a-dun, I'm doing this damage
All of these haters on me, but I manage
Made that boy sing, I'm calling him Janet
Glove on my hand, they calling me Michael
Pushing these pounds, we end on a high now
Shhh, man
What's good, bro
Like, MBM really doing this shit, like
No cap
We really, like, we up there
Speak your mind
We up there
Zay, go ahead and end this shit
Ayy,I can try nigga
Ayy, MBM on top
That mean we ain't start from the bottom
Like niggas think we getting this shit coming easy
Little did they know we reached up and got it
I wasn't feeling this shit right at first
But then I stepped up and I rocked it
Then I cop me a gun and I cocked it
Then I caught me a opp and I mopped him
Yeah
You know MBM, next for the ring
We not throwing no strings, it's a team
You can call it cap, but it's my thing
I got my own swag, and you hating on me
But you stay in my bag, and you hating on my raps
But you love saying cap , and you hating on me
For the shit you ain't have