Deante' Hitchcock feat. JID - I Got Money Now (feat. JID) Lyrics

Lyrics I Got Money Now (feat. JID) - JID , Deante' Hitchcock



I got money now, ooh
Ayy, ooh, damn, okay
Ayy-ooh, ayy-ooh
Ooh
Remember they told me that I wouldn't get it
Then I went and got it
Shit, uh
I ain't have shit but lint in my pockets, nigga
I was havin' withdrawals, now I'm at the bank, makin' deposits, nigga
Shout out to 50
Boy get rich or die tryin', ain't no other option, I gotta go get it
Remember my mom bein' broke as a joke
Pay the rent with the light bill, shawty
They cut of the lights it was dark at the house
But I knew I was bright still, shawty
Then they cut off the heat and my heart
Got cold, I'm talkin' about ice chills, shawty
I knew I was great
Even though niggas hated, I made it like Mike-WiLL, shawty
Went from eatin' on ramen to gettin' it poppin'
Can't take shit for granted, you know how we rockin'
I made it look easy, like Straight Outta Compton
And now I'm on go ain't no motherfuckin' stoppin'
You seen what I saw comin' up from the bottom
Made me a menace like Dennis, no Rodman
Gettin' the shit, ain't no motherfuckin' problem
Said get 'em, I got 'em, quit fuckin' around nigga
Nigga fire the blunt, ayy
For all of the time we were late on
The rent at the first of the month, ayy
It was PB&J in bed and now we eatin' on conch for lunch, ayy
Now I walk in the store with my momma and tell her to buy
What she want, I ain't hearin' that shit that you talking 'bout
Shut the fuck up, I got money now
Bitch
(Ayy, ooh, shit, oh-oh)
I got money now, ayy, I got-
Bitch
Once upon a time though
Ayy-ooh
I ain't had no money, my niggas was hungry
My pockets was empty like Chick-Fil-A, Sunday
My future was pretty, my past was ugly
But now I'm back in my bag lil' buddy
We got the shit out the motherfuckin' mud
And now we wasn't fresh but we wasn't bummy
That shit ain't no joke when your money be funny
So I had to jump in the game like Jumanji
I ain't had no money to help out my momma
That shit had me frustrated, shawty
Lookin' back at the second
The end of the month, like my nigga we just made it, shawty
Now the baddest bitches be tryna fuck
I can get them all butt naked, shawty
I ain't even tryna fuck on my ex no more
Tell that bitch I done upgraded, shawty
Find out what I was worth then I put on a tax
Built my foundation, on Fenty, no MAC
Stay out the way go get the money and stack
But my momma still workin', I cannot relax
These niggas goofy, I'm turnt to the max
I got your babe by my side word to Zack (ayy, ayy, ayy)
And I'm with Von, Quez, Dre and Mac
Nigga we off the broke and we ain't goin' back
Nigga fire the blunt, ayy
For all of the time we were late on
The rent at the first of the month, ayy
It was PB&J in bed and now we eatin' on conch for lunch, ayy
Now I walk in the store with my momma and tell her to buy
What she want, I ain't hearin' that shit that you talking 'bout
Shut the fuck up, I got money now
Bitch
(Ayy, ooh, shit, oh-oh)
I got money now
Bitch
Look, look
'Member we stayed in apartment, the house was provided by government
And my cousin that slept on the couch
With the oven open, bitch he felt like The Revenant
Get the covers and read a new cover to cut the shit
I've been fuckin' this shit out my bucket list
Drop my nuts on the lips of a lusty bitch
For the love of the money, I'm bussin', who tryna take it from me?
Shit, I'ma need commissary
If you come for the commas, the consequences, very common sense
To tell 'em comin' from never havin' shit is scary as killin' a bear
The frigidity is a bitch, Will Perry in, it's six
An enigma nigra in a tinted Benz
I done missed the pen then I gripped the pen
Niggas slit me in, nigga this revenge
Fuck what they talkin'
I got a driver but I was just walkin'
I'm a survivor like Jigga lil' shawty
But I was the littlest pick of the litter, would shit on my pop
Not at the top so if I ever drop, I ain't goin' to fall
But we goin' far as forever, infinity
It ain't no quittin', we hold that thought
Nigga fire the blunt, ayy
For all of the time we were late on
The rent at the first of the month, ayy
It was PB&J in bed and now we eatin' on conch for lunch, ayy
Now I walk in the store with my momma and tell her to buy
What she want, I ain't hearin' that shit that you talking 'bout
Shut the fuck up, I got money now



Writer(s): Matthew A Kahane, Destin Route, Dick Rudolph, Charles Stepney, Eric Lamar Biddines


Deante' Hitchcock feat. JID - BETTER
Album BETTER
date of release
13-05-2020



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