Freestyle

I only move for the money
We can’t talk if it ain’t 'bout the cash (Aye)
Lately been feeling like Santa Onna North with these
Poles while I’m dropping off bags (Aye)
Yeah the bitch fire, but she can’t get in the Sprinter
She ain’t come with no ass (Aye)
I was shooting dice in the lunch room
Skippin' that class
Selling ZipLoc, just to keep customers Glad
Put up the paper and buy me some acres
And start me a farm
You know I’m a cash cow
Fuck poles and guns
I’m having this cash
I’m drippin' this flag
But that’s more shit to rap 'bout
You not a member
Can’t come to my trap house
I can’t hang with these niggas
Bitch, I’m bringing racks out
I can’t flop, if I do
Bitch I go pull the mask out
Give 'em shells like turtles
Heard he hanging with rats now
(Aye) these niggas rats, sensei
I’m on the block, the Chembay
The racks that he flexing, I been made
Baby come fuck with a boss
Get your rent paid
These niggas stay with they daddy like dayday
Going nuts with this paper
They waiting on payday
Whole lotta money and problems
Getting used to this shit
Stay with my gun
Like I’m glued to that bitch
Won’t stop, see a op
Then I’m using this bitch
See three of 'em
Usually two will get hit
(Aye) Tell 'em stop cappin
I choose to admit
You ain’t having no hoes
You ain’t shooting at shit
Why get him?
He ain’t have none to do with that shit
And I’m done talking 'bout it
I’m through with that shit
Last hoe played me
I’m through with that bitch
Jackie Chan, Jet Li
How I usually kick
Newborn baby, how I usually spit
Bitch I’m selling cubes
Got Rubix and shit
Whole lotta money off weed and music
Lil bitch
Getting tired of the ops
What ima do with this shit
Ray Lewis, how that drac' usually hit
Big pourin' Dusses and smoothies and shit
Fourteen years old with Rugers and shit
Hunnid bags on me, still eatin' noodles and shit
(Let's go)
I only move for the money
We can’t talk if it ain’t 'bout the cash (Aye)
Lately been feeling like Santa Onna North with these
Poles while I’m dropping off bags (Aye)
Yeah the bitch fire, but she can’t get in the Sprinter
She ain’t come with no ass (Aye)
I was shooting dice in the lunch room
Skippin' that class
Selling ZipLoc, just to keep customers Glad
I only move for the money
We can’t talk if it ain’t 'bout the cash (Aye)
Lately been feeling like Santa Onna North with these
Poles while I’m dropping off bags (Aye)
Yeah the bitch fire, but she can’t get in the Sprinter
She ain’t come with no ass (Aye)
I was shooting dice in the lunch room
Skippin' that class
Selling ZipLoc, just to keep customers Glad
(Dumbass)