Money

Quarter tank of gas gotta last me the night

Hard to budget when broke, but I guess it's alright
I hit the bro up to smoke, my day been draggin' despite
All the pointless shit that I've done, but first I grab me a bite
I'm talking sesame chicken and brown rice, what a combo

Slap that ass like a bongo, ratatat on my speakers
While women who act like divas think they just too good for convos
Then hit me late in they life as single mothers trapped in condos
Woah, I shouldn't say it, but I did it of course
You think you got yourself a keeper 'cause she down on all fours
So now you tryna play protective, lock up all of her doors
Until I'm hired for construction and I rip up the floors

Oh, oh, I'm like a clover, talk to me when I'm sober
Hopefully my composure and raps gon' earn me a Rover
The gun is out of the holster, so you better watch your attitude

I swear I'm only here 'cause of gratitude

Money is the reason
Money got you gassed up
Money got you gassed up, yeah
Why you always do this?
Looking at me foolish
Damn, I thought you knew this

Damn, I thought you knew that I envisioned everything that occurred
When I ball at the park, they said I'm like Steve Kerr
I rock it like Caesar, and do as I prefer
I'm making music for the kids and not some white geezer
So get your head straight, people like
Them knocking off the dead weight
I can't afford the dinner, but I'll treat you to the bread plate
Man, I need a fresh slate, it's getting hard to keep it cool
And if you wanna speak to me, then know the golden rule that

Money is the reason
Money got you gassed up
Money got you gassed up, yeah

Why you always do this?
Looking at me foolish
Damn, I thought you knew this

Money is the reason
Money got you gassed up
Money got you gassed up, yeah

Why you always do this?
Looking at me foolish
Damn, I thought you knew this