Lyrics Slang - JaceJay , Mak11

To get that money
Had to hustle in the rain
Didn't know nothing
'Bout the struggle and the pain
They think I'm fronting
Like my come up was in vain
Everything one hundred
I ain't fucking with these lames
Taking trips to different countries
Tryna jump up on a plane
Them clips they busting
I ain't ducking let em bang
Your bitch she blushing
When the subject be my name
Staying lit I'm sipping substance
Till I'm slumped but still I slang

They act the same
I take action with the gang
Young Mack like Maine
I ain't slacking in this thang
I can't complain
I make magic they amazed
If you try to grab my chain
Imma smack you in the face
That's the facts I ain't playing with 'em
Never will
Stacking racks until I'm greying
Imma get my fill
Slap a rat I get him caged
I tell him better chill
After that I disengage
I never let it build
Half they chapters missing pages
They ain't read the book
Mak a master in the game
These stages leave 'em shook
Rapping faster than these lames
They hate to even look
Trap to cash out on a chain
This paper keep me hooked

To get that money
Had to hustle in the rain
Didn't know nothing
'Bout the struggle and the pain
They think I'm fronting
Like my come up was in vain
Everything one hundred
I ain't fucking with these lames
Taking trips to different countries
Tryna jump up on a plane
Them clips they busting
I ain't ducking let em bang
Your bitch she blushing
When the subject be my name
Staying lit I'm sipping substance
Till I'm slumped but still I slang

I remember slanging dope, dope in my city
Coke fiend stuff coke, coke coke in my city
I know all the ways, slang dope in my city
I be with the gang, moving O's through the city
Name your price, double twice
Can't fuck with me
I know your type, all the hype
Can't fuck with me
Brody bando name
That's my bro, we get litty
Name your price, double twice
Can't fuck with me
Why you in my traphouse?
I be whipping dope, in the traphouse
Whipping all this dope up in the traphouse
We fuck all you bitches in the traphouse

To get that money
Had to hustle in the rain
Didn't know nothing
'Bout the struggle and the pain
They think I'm fronting
Like my come up was in vain
Everything one hundred
I ain't fucking with these lames
Taking trips to different countries
Tryna jump up on a plane
Them clips they busting
I ain't ducking let 'em bang
Your bitch she blushing
When the subject be my name
Staying lit I'm sipping substance
Till I'm slumped but still I slang