money to be made best believe a nigga clockin,
i run it myself like a quarterback option,
I pitch a 10 g's tell a bitch to go shopping,
she buy herself some clothes,
and she brought me back a chopper,
see niggas tryna kick it,
but no I don't play socca,
I'm all about my cake I'm tryna marry Betty
Crocker,
a package on the way you know my whip game
proper,
and all for one key i see seventy thousand
dollas,
Now i was shootin dice,( what?)
smokin on a joint, i bet wit Yo Gotti,(what ?)
he hit five str8 points, we ovahere hustlin,
we ova here grindin,
you rap about money and nigga might sign ya,
you rap about me and a nigga might find ya,
Banana in ya ass, wit yo head right behind ya
dope game bitch, let his mama worry bout him,
you can holla at me for a fee
