Lyrics Not Alright (feat. Slyboy) - RudyWade feat. Slyboy

I got the money
I got the cash
Swervin' the whip
Ain't gonna crash
I got the money
I got the cash
Swervin' the whip
Ain't gonna crash

Spend all the racks on the priceless things
I got a whip and a brand new plane
All of us gettin' these brand new rings
King of the game I pull the strings
None of these racks I spend on you
All the lanes I'm headed to
Fuck that shit you put me through
I don't want nothing to do with you

I don't want you in my sight
Get away from me
Cause it's not alright
You put me through the worst of times
And I think about it all sometimes
You are the enemy I see
And I'm sure that we
That we both agree
That we both agree

Spend all the racks on the priceless things
I got a whip and a brand new plane
All of us gettin' these brand new rings
King of the game I pull the strings
None of these racks I spend on you
All the lanes I'm headed to
Fuck that shit you put me through
I don't want nothing to do with you

I don't want you in my sight
Get away from me
Cause it's not alright
You put me through the worst of times
And I think about it all sometimes

You were the best
You were the worst
Say with my chest
I know what I'm worth
You may forget
Treat me like dirt
Now I got racks
I'm ready to splurge
You ain't the last
You ain't the first
When I hear your name it comes with a curse
I'm with the facts
I'm with my back
No fallin' back
No reverse
I'm a triple threat
You cannot attest to that
Roll around the town in my blood red drop top vet
You can't get a single cent
When you approach me come correct
I'm boutta flip the script
I'm fuckin' belligerent
I rip the shit
I'm confident
My influence is prominent
I'm dominant
I'm losin' my mind no stoppin' it
I'm everywhere at once like anonymous
Ball in my hands ain't droppin' it
I'm runnin' through this shit like Emmitt Smith
Fake fucks I'm intolerant
Always chasin' after that money bitch

I got the money
I got the cash
Swervin' the whip
Ain't gonna crash
I got the money
I got the cash
Swervin' the whip
Ain't gonna crash

Spend all the racks on the priceless things
I got a whip and a brand new plane
All of us gettin' these brand new rings
King of the game I pull the strings
None of these racks I spend on you
All the lanes I'm headed to
Fuck that shit you put me through
I don't want nothing to do with you
I don't want nothing to do with you
I don't want nothing to do with you