Текст песни Money & Hate - Peezy

I ain't going broke no more I made a promise
I know some shit about yo bitch I ain't gone say about her
Cuz came home from jail and seen them baby bottles
Like fuck the gas when sprites go up to eighty dolla's
Ray got a pint, I got a pint, come on so we can match
Crack the seal I ain't leaving but I'ma bring it back
Bred 11's gucci belt this shit don't even match
Wear the pants tight enough so you can see the strap
Down the way them bitches going for a quarter homie
I only want 23 nigga put yours on it
And if them bitches come in seal's I want all of em
And I ain't going home for shit I got it all on me
Hit the lean stretch it out make it taste different
If you ain't out here getting paid you in the way nigga
And them bowls come in turkey bags niggas it's thanks giving
These bitches love money, these niggas love hatin these bitches love money