Lyrics Be Around - MoneyMakinDollar

Broke niggas get a bag, then they turn a lame
Only in it for the money, you can have the fame
If you ain't your shit, then why the fuck you round
If you ain't getting money, you can't be around

All that bullshit that you doing, I can't be around
All that bluffing that you doing, you can't hang around
Boss niggas, I don't fuck with lame niggas, cause we go getters
Real niggas fear God ain't scared of no nigga

Learned how to make a dollar before i wrote a rhyme
Hella hours on that corner made me love da grind
Out my mind in that rain, washed away my pain
They say the Wayne shot that dope addiction in my vein

So all these millies I be on, charge it to the game
125, 125, filled with Mary Jane
58, 58, packed with hella cane
Graduated block, school should reach the hall of fame

Sitting patient, took my lick like put me in the game
Hand to hand in all these plays, how I made my lane
Mind frame, I need a mill, so I had to change
Once you tell a nigga no, they never act the same

Broke niggas get a bag, then they turn the lame
Only in it for the money, you can have the fame
If you ain't know your shit, then why the fuck you round
If you ain't getting money, you can't be around

All that bullshit that you doing, I can't be around
All that bluffing that you doing, you can't hang around
Boss niggas, I don't fuck with lame niggas, cause we go getters
Real niggas fear God ain't scared of no nigga

Product of my environment, known for selling raw
Don't get it twisted, real humble, still would let it off
I paid the price, took some losses to become the boss
War wounds, I'm still alive, I never sweat a loss

Paper chasing, gotta get it, that's my mind frame
A couple thousand ain't shit, I'm stacking pocket chains
Hoodie on, thermal on, I'm trapping in the rain
Made a deal with the devil, get that cocaine

I never sell my soul for the damn fame
I ain't signing on my line for no damn chain
Fuck a deal when dependent, do my own thing
Rather let my ass show and let my nuts hang

Broke niggas get a bag, then they turn the lane
Only in it for the money, you can have the fame
If you ain't know your shit, then why the fuck you round
If you ain't getting money, you can't be around

All that bullshit that you doing, I can't be around
All that bluffing that you doing, you can't hang around
Lost niggas, I don't fuck with lame niggas
Cause we go-getters, real niggas

Fear God ain't scared of no nigga
Ain't scared of no nigga