Mentions

Yeah
Ugh
If it ain't about the money
If it ain't about the money

If it ain't about the money
Then what we doing
Niggas behind my back snaking me
And I can't even prove it
My feature prices hittin gas prices
How they moving
I turned into that nigga
With a foreign and 3 Cubans
Situations behind closed doors now ima menace
One dollar in my bank account on my way to riches
They be lying so much say they cappin' with the fitted
If it ain't bout music
Then Don't put me in no mentions

They telling me live life
But don't tell me what come with it
Say I couldn't do rap
Five albums in I did it
Yeah they lit but they ain't on the shit we on
I want 50 mill and I'll tell you where we going
Racking up them racks in them stacks I'm going crazy
If it wasn't for the money
I couldn't tell you what done saved me
I'm still gettin' to it I will never let you faze me
Fazos cocaine white like crack in the 80's
600 For the bag I'm going dumb MCM
Hit her with the
Im cool off of that baby lets be friends
They say I changed but I ain't never turn fake
Hit La fitness but really my neck lifting weights
Too many times I had to sacrifice my money (Drippin')
Say you here in my face
But I can tell who really love me
You love me come show me
Last time I check I'm still lonely
Don't mention my name
If it ain't about the money

If it ain't about the money then what we doing
Niggas behind my back snaking me
And I can't even prove it
My feature prices hittin gas prices
How they moving
I turned into that nigga with a foreign n 3 Cubans
Situations behind closed doors
Now ima menace
One dollar in my bank account on my way to riches
They be lying so much say they cappin' with the fitted
If it ain't bout music
Then Don't put me in no mentions

They speaking on my name
And I ain't even make it yet
I'm still a rookie
Doing better then some of these fucking vets
Next time his bitch come
She better come correct
And next time they speak on my name
I better see a check
Cus I don't do the beef
I Spend ya budget on my feet
And We ain't going back broke
We grindin' seven days a week
In Miami bring the heat
See my thoughts
I smoke this tree
I see the hate But why me
Bitch I'm living free

Yeah
Let me hear that
I prolly wanna do one more