Lyrics Make That Money - Mayo Carter

Say that they feel me
I feel like meek milly when he Philly and I got my dawgs with me roll weed get high I don't wanna think bout my life I try
Fuck with me no fake shit
I got a couple bad bitches with me inside of the place lit
100k on a braclet
Make her wanna taste it
Ou she basic
Hit her once
I don't date bitch
Thought you knew that

Sorry I don't mean to be rude I'm really working on it baby
I know I can drive you crazy but I know that you're my lady everyday keep me behaving
I don't what I would do without you
Probably sit alone in my room
Too depressed to even go bump tunes
I know I'm doomed

My stomach turning and vision blurring I'll hold it off
I'm spitting this shit till I blow up like a Molotov
Ain't nobody listening to me
Tell me you hearing me
Ain't nobody praying for me just tell me care at least
Fuck
I'm going dumb in this bitch
Better slow down I might cum in this bitch
Cause I don't wanna have a kid just yet so lemme chill out
But even if I do
Fuck it I just get the pill out
Then put it in her smoothie when she wake up
Thought she was a bad bitch but she be lookin average with no make up
Im a dickhead
An asshole
I get it
King of the castle
That fast flow Expert
Fucking bitches smoking mad dope
Eating casserole your mom made for me
I'm the reason that your mom stays horny
I'm the guy outside begging for money
Then gets inside a car and drives feeling sunny

Make that money, yeah
Make that money
Make that money, yeah
Make that money
I'm just tryna really make that money

I'm just tryna make that money don't you get it
Don't be serious hating on me look me pathetic
I got people who count on me
People who will look down on me
But the person that matter the most is me and I'm proud to be everything that I've become
Everything that I have done
Everything has made me, me
Doing this since I was young
Nobody gon tell me shit
Everybody suck a dick
Do this on my own
Bitch I don't owe you shit
I don't fuck anybody that I don't need to
Sun is never sunny if the cold sees you
Im a poet lil bitch
Can't you hear the way I spit
Roses are red
She likes to suck on my dick
She telling me that I'm romantic
When I wanna be
I mean I talk a lot of shit
I really gotta be
Different
Then the image
That I put into my music
I'm not stupid
I really do this

Make that money, yeah
Make that money
Make that money, yeah
Make that money
I'm just tryna really make that money