Songtexte Money on the Way - D.E.E.J

I got bread up on the table
I got money on the way
I got work up in the hold up
Fuck it Imma just not say
I be whippin in a new new
With designer on my face
A lil something for my pockets
An some Gucci 'round my waist
Everyday another move
No I ain't got no time to waste
Tryna get a Richard Mille or two
A Birkin for my bae
Fuck it I can't sleep
I'm out the door
Said what's the play
Boy the bag be chasing me
I should change my name to paid

I should change my name
To Mr. getting all this cash
Got Amiri on my shirt
And Versace my bottom half
Boy I'm drowning in this drip
Woulda thought I came out a bath
I spent 40 to 70 bands last year
Just do the math
Bitch I get the money the guap
And y'all just get taxed though
Now I got some paper
They calling young D.E.E.J an asshole
Try to get to close and
I'm betting you you get smacked though
Chop gon hit them out of bounds
That's game just like its Smash Bros

I got bread up on the table
I got money on the way
I got work up in the hold up
Fuck it Imma just not say
I be whippin in a new new
With designer on my face
A lil something for my pockets
An some Gucci 'round my waist

I said oh he got a team with him
Bet he scheme with em
If they run up in my crib then Ima
Let that beam hit em
I said oh he got a team with him
Bet he scheme with em
If they run up in my crib then Ima
Let that beam hit em