Lyrics Gmn - Drae Sativ

The second Money mean
Charge up and pay my fees
Touchdown and hit the streets
Post up and charge a fiend
Yea, need the money everyday like I'm a fiend
Say no to the label, they know what I mean
We don't want that bullshit paper, we want money mean
That's your favorite rapper, signed his life just for some cheese
They weren't trying to let you know, that secret I can't keep
Cross the plug and cut him out, it's like there's more for me
Since I'm pushing around a pound, I need like twenty P's
That 240 pushing up, the belly of the beast
Call me Andre cause I'm drumming when I'm on that beat

I got plenty more coming, now that's options for me
Trying to pop em' and drop em' like we got enemies
Can't even call you my brother, feel like you envy me
And my brother coming in, racks on cheese
Make some money, left the town, x on me
Niggas link up all the time, ain't shit P
They might post that shit online but won't keep it G
I got money on my mind, while talking to Nide
Break it down a hundred times like we rolling weed
Everything is watered down, they ready to plead

We like money, never changing
Keep it thumbing, we stand on the same shit
I been running through bitches that's nameless
We been thumbing through like ask your main bitch
GMN, you know the conversation

They weren't trying to let you know, that secret I can't keep
Cross the plug and cut him out, it's like there's more for me
Since I'm pushing around a pound, I need like twenty P's
That 240 pushing up, the belly of the beast
Call me Andre cause I'm drumming when I'm on that beat