Print This Money

Free my nigga Beans, rest in peace Jason
I’ma ball hard on these fuck niggas hatin'
Sixty on the watch, four hundred on the crib
Cut your music down, there’s white people where I live
Seventy on the chain, 'nother hundred in the Sprinter
Ridin' through the city with them racks in the middle
Baby, you a trophy, need to be with a winner
Bitch, I sold chickens, your nigga a chicken dinner, let’s go
I got twenty-five straps on my dresser
And if your nigga play he gon' get sprayed
And if I fly you to my city and you jump in my whip
Best believe, girl, we gon' get laid
Man, I’m tired of you rap niggas
Niggas should’ve been at niggas
Niggas get a deal and start actin' like trap niggas
Cap niggas
6ix9ine, snitch rat niggas
My niggas still drug deal, kill, kidnap niggas
I’m on the road
My nigga just bought two hundred bows
We at the front row of the Super Bowl
My neck, ear, ring, wrist froze
I swear to God I pimped a hundred hoes
And I wanna pimp a hundred more
Shut up, nigga, 'cause we know you broke
Just cashed five hundred bags of exotic, we want all the smoke
Bitch better bring me all the dough
Need to speed that shit up, what you mean that the trap is slow?
As long as they stay printin' this money
You know a nigga gon' stay gettin' this money, ayy
My bitch think I got a money tree
She think a nigga be shittin' this money
As long as they stay printin' this money
You know a nigga gon' stay gettin' this money, ayy
My bitch think I got a money tree
She think a nigga be shittin' this money
Jewelry on with a hundred thousand dollar kind
Bitches tryna suck on this dick 'cause my diamonds shine
You niggas ain’t eatin', look like you fastin' for Ramadan
Chopper speakin' Michael Jackson, mama-say, ma-ma-ko-ssa
Million dollars, we’ll drop your mama, hit up Aoc Obama
Pop your collar, with this brand new Glock up we gon' solve the problem
Made a bool fifty thousand fuckin' up the road
Then turned around, made a dub, fucked it up to go
Lift that drake on that nigga, fucked it up his soul
I got them ropes 'round my neck, doubled up and froze
They print that money just for me and my shit don’t fold
I got new money from last year and it still ain’t old
That bag lookin' like a bad bitch, Beyonce Knowles
Bands put up for my niggas in prison, the ones ain’t told
I can use this cheese to get you gone or put you on your toe
I can put this shit up in your pocket or put it on your dome
As long as they stay printin' this money
You know a nigga gon' stay gettin' this money, ayy
My bitch think I got a money tree
She think a nigga be shittin' this money
As long as they stay printin' this money
You know a nigga gon' stay gettin' this money, ayy
My bitch think I got a money tree
She think a nigga be shittin' this money
Back to the trap where it started
X Block, Glenwood, nigga 'bout to get retarded
Throw the hood up high in each one of my pictures
Real niggas fuck with me, kill all the sneak dissers
Told Gary make my kick, quit all that procrastinating
Got three hundred thousand on the table, nigga, why you waitin'?
Fur coats in the winter, drop tops when it’s sunny
Bitch, I think I’m JBo, I’m gettin' BMF money
In prison in Ohio, smokin' out the Bible
Now I’m in Atlanta, nigga goin' MC Hammer
Fuckin' thirty dancers from Magic to Cheetah
If we can’t get no money, bitch, I’m gon' leave you
I’ll buy you some sneakers, that’s about it
What the fuck you expect? Bitch, I’m a pimp
Blood swear and tears that I put in this shit
And if you matchin' my hustle, you can get what I get, period
As long as they stay printin' this money
You know a nigga gon' stay gettin' this money, ayy
My bitch think I got a money tree
She think a nigga be shittin' this money
As long as they stay printin' this money
You know a nigga gon' stay gettin' this money, ayy
My bitch think I got a money tree
She think a nigga be shittin' this money
Big Aoc
Beatgang