Songtexte Already Made (feat. Cope) - Jaredise

Yea
Money already made nigga!
Yea, y'all already know who it is man, it's your boy Cope
Had to hop on this hard ah beat with my nigga Dise one time man
You know who it is, two young rich niggas outchea having
Our way, you know what I'm saying?
Let me talk my shit real quick
Yea, let's go!

Ain't nobody trippin' 'cause the money already made nigga
Water on me like the glades
Y'all niggas workin' hard just to be slaves
I am not goin' for shit 'cause I'm paid
When it come to bitches no I cannot save 'em
Got these hoes crazy for me me like a rave
And they be ridin' me like I'ma wave, uhh

Nigga had to grind for this shit, I wasn't lazy, nope
The hate I see in niggas eyes still amaze me
Flawless diamonds hangin' on my neck they tryna cap me
Flawless bitches on me for a check they tryna trap me
I'ma walkin' lick so I gotta keep a strap g
If you want the sauce then you know you gotta pay a fee
She act right I'ma take her on lil spree
She want me to tie her down but I'm too P, on God

Aw yea let me pop shit
Billy is the goal and I'm not gone quit
All about my motherfuckin' money like Mitch
Every time that I hit, yea the bitch gotta split
T-thought we was grown baby why the hell you spit? Eww
I don't need drug money all my bread legit
Got it comin' in you can tell by my fit
And I got these niggas mad 'cause I'm poppin' like a zit, I'm gone

You know I hate when I gotta get on here and pop shit like how I do
But on the flip side I get enjoyment out of it too
Lettin' you niggas know what type of time I'm on
Aye, this shit already made man
Got this shit stacked to the motherfuckin' ceiling
Come on
Look

We ain't never trippin' 'cause the money already made
Paid
Yo bitch wanna get slayed
I got her cleanin' shit like she a maid (mop), hold on
I don't get played, never
Don't get too comfortable (high off life), you might get traded
I'm winnin' this suit just like a spade
You lookin' worn down, why you so jaded?
Uhhh
I'm in the big league
Big league
Hall of fame
Fame
Bui-bui-build a team around me, I'm LeBron James
Six
If we talkin' money, you know just call man
Ring my phone
I just fucked that bitch, she down the hall, dang
It's Paul Wall, what you know 'bout me?
I'm on that five nine south lean, baby holla at me
Still tippin' on fo-four's
I at least got four hoes
At least!
Always stay with that shit on me, you'on know how that go
Look
It's already made
We done stashed it into retirement, I can retire today
Facts
Ain't no cap up on this money, I spend 'til I'm tired today
Okay
Time to get fly today
I'm up in Room Service, eleven hoes
Bring some bottles this way, I'm gone