IK YA LIKE ME, DON’T LIE 2 YASELF

[Chorus]
Where my money at, give that money back
Get my money hoe, I'ma slam the door
Where my money at, give that money back
Get my money hoe, I'ma slam the door
Where my money at, give that money back
Get my money hoe, I'ma slam the door
Get my money hoe or I'ma slam the door

[Bridge]
Ay, for all my real niggas out there
It gon' be alright
You know I don't live in the nicest place ever
But I don't live in the worst place ever
I have cancer, I have a lot of bad things
But I'm still living

[Verse 1]
Money, money, money, that's what it's all about
Yet these paperless niggas talk like they not in a drought
I need that fucking cash, I'm down to do it all
We can break in some homes, we can break a couple laws
Lil homie caught some DUI's and took a flight out this bitch
Rich nigga, paid off the cops, now the record clean and shit
Christo always gon' put in work, always do what I can
Even without the nightcore, bitch I'm still rapping fast
In the trailer park with hoe who got some STD's
Put that condom on my dick so she does not infect me
DJ spin that back, cause I am on the track
I can really rap, these niggas only know how to make snippets

[Verse 2]
I can do any style, I'm a quick learner and shit
I ain't gotta watch a tutorial cause I was born for this
Niggas hoes and they know it
Bitches be bitches and they show it
I'm on my shit and I won't blow it
These niggas can't rap and we all know it
Talking to SG Rilla Mane and he so inspiring
Only on this for a year so I ain't fuckin' retiring
That's who I look up to, don't say nothing different
Cause y'all obsessed with ya image looking like a bunch of bitches
LODM$, back up in this thing
We all on our own, we don't need no fucking friends

[Verse 3]
LODM$, we back up in this thing
We all on our own, we don't need no fucking friends
People always wanna judge but this ain't a court of law
And you ain't a God, so don't be listing off my flaws
You think that you're different but you really ain't all
You are all replaceable and don't pretend that you aren't
The minute you go down more niggas want your spot
That's why I gotta protect my shit, these niggas are a bunch of fuckin' hawks
I will never sell my swag, I am not a fucking mark
I don't want more clones, preach individual thought

[Verse 4]
Pour a different glass, it's me and my niggas
Vain in the cut and we bring the trouble with us
Jug fifteen and he really about this shit
We in America and we plotting in this bitch
I ain't need to do dirt but I did it cause I can
Show love to the people who made it possible for me to be where I am
Man you gotta give props, man you gotta give respect
If you don't show love then you just jacking them