Lyrics Because Money brings... - Tana Hendrix

Yeahhh
Still serving jays out the window
Trapping out the mansion Gang slide in a benzo
Know we stand up on that business keep it private no info
Bruddah like to spin he don't miss got 'em getting low
Cousin he addicted to them licks that's a kick door
Still free the bros tired of talking on a viz-zo
Trapping out a bag, in a bag, gotta get more

Money brings power more bitches more problems
If a fuck nigga switch never know I might rob him
Yeahhh
Baby drake riding with these toddlers
Excuse me twin 9's with a bag got a lot of
Dope boy fresh white tee no Prada
Heard a nigga popping and the sun ain't hotter
Feel like bubba ak with a stick top shotta
Whoop there it is a lot of chopped like sada
I was down bad fucking up couldn't get it right
Lost the one that love fucked up I can't sleep at night
Blowing on this super but this pain is like the kryptonite
I am not a hero with steppers we count the poltergeist (cash)
Really break the bank I'm all in gamble with loaded dice
Locked up in that box paying time I really know the price
Now I'm really up so it's fuck it I can't ignore the lights
Fabulous, put this shit on, these bitches know it's nice
Spinning like the dj drama
Drops Geronimo
Nothing about pussy or bitch, green ain't one of those
Heart is really cold dripping chilli I give her runny nose
I can't show these bitches no pity, Mr.T, mouth fulla gold
Know I'm loaded and striking and I ain't talking pose
Pull up on the WHAT THE FUCK and WHAT ARE THOSE
I'm in love with the money this just a different hoe
In a bag like I'm cripping you know I blue the notes

Money brings power more bitches more problems
If a fuck nigga switch never know I might rob him
Yeahhh
Baby drake riding with these toddlers
Excuse me twin 9's with a bag got a lot of
Dope boy fresh white tee no Prada
Heard a nigga popping and the sun ain't hotter
Feel like bubba ak with a stick top shotta
Whoop there it is a lot of chopped like sada
Money brings power more bitches more problems
If a fuck nigga switch never know I might rob him
Yeahhh
Baby drake riding with these toddlers
Excuse me twin 9's with a bag got a lot of
Dope boy fresh white tee no Prada
Heard a nigga popping and the sun ain't hotter
Feel like bubba ak with a stick top shotta
Whoop there it is a lot of chopped like sada