Vintage Lee - Money Lyrics

Been getting guap
But this ain't no rap money
Smoking grade A ain't not no dummy
Come round like Beattie whenever you buzz me

I'm still a pimp baby you shouldn't trust me
Damn you shouldn't budge me
If they around Then I know they gon busy for .. bust for me bust for me hah

Been getting guap but the ain't no rap money
Been getting guap but this ain't no rap money
Please do no touch me cuz you not my hunny yea



I been so focused on this money shit, I ain't been worried bout music shit
I rock the same pants for 3 days
But f*ck it you know they designer
Change my shirt , set a reminder
You know that right now my time
I know you not like my kind
Seat it come w/ recliner
Niggas they tried to beef wit me
Over a lil bitty bitch
Damn you big biggity sick
You big biggity bitch
I'm trynna get rich
Ain't worried bout you hooligans
Looking like who you again
Lookin at you ain't ya fiends

Stay low, stay down
Been hibernating
Pull up, no chat , no conversation
Drop it down , pick it up , Yeesh that amazing
Say my graces
What you wanna do, baby be my amazing
Switch it up, drop down peep my faces
None of these niggas could take my places
(Yea hey)
Tie my
Shoes I get to the races
I stay winning cuz I stick to the basics
Real niggas love me and I know you hate it
You a fake one , yea u prolly can't take it
My bitch bad she say she taken
Porridge , breakfast she Jamaican
My team solid never fakin
I had pain I had to shake it

Been getting guap but this ain't no rap money .. Yeaa hey