Lyrics Freestyle - Big Yavo

I only move for the money
We can't talk if it ain't 'bout the cash, ayy
Lately, been feelin' like Santa
On the North with these poles while I'm droppin' off bags, ayy
Yeah, the bitch fine
But she can't get in the Sprinter, she ain't come with no ass
I was shooting dice in the lunchroom, skippin' that class
Sellin' Ziploc just to keep customers glad

Put up that paper and buy me some acres
And start me a farm, you know I'm a cash cow
Fuck postin' 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 bringin' racks out
I can't flop, if I do, bitch, I go pull a mask out

Give him shells like turtles, heard he hanging with rats now, ayy
These niggas rare, sensei
I'm on the block, Dikembe, ayy
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 Dae-Dae
Going nuts with this paper, they waitin' on payday

Whole lotta money and problems, gettin' used to this shit
Stay with my gun like I'm glued to that bitch
Won't stop, see an opp, then I'm using this bitch
See three of 'em, usually two'll get hit
Ayy, tell 'em stop cappin', how true do it get?
Nigga, you ain't having no hoes, you ain't shootin' at shit
Why get in it? You ain't have nothin' to do with that shit
And I'm done talking 'bout it, I'm through with that shit
Last ho played me, I'm through with that bitch
Jackie Chan, Jet Li how I usually kick, ayy

Newborn baby how I usually spit
Bitch, I'm selling cubes, got Rubik's and shit
Whole lotta money off weed and music, lil' bitch
I'm gettin' tired of the opps, what I'ma do with this shit?
Ray Lewis how that Drac' usually hit
Big pourin' deuces in smoothies and shit
Fourteen years old with Rugers and shit
Hundred bands 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, ayy
Lately, been feelin' like Santa
On the North with these poles while I'm droppin' off bags, ayy
Yeah, the bitch fine
But she can't get in the Sprinter, she ain't come with no ass
I was shooting dice in the lunchroom, skippin' that class
Sellin' Ziploc just to keep customers glad, ayy

I only move for the money
We can't talk if it ain't 'bout the cash, ayy
Lately, been feelin' like Santa
On the North with these poles while I'm droppin' off bags, ayy
Yeah, the bitch fine
But she can't get in the Sprinter, she ain't come with no ass
I was shooting dice in the lunchroom, skippin' that class
Sellin' Ziploc just to keep customers glad

Dumbass, just to keep customers glad, ayy
These niggas so broke, they need customers mad