I feel like it's money left to make
Hell yeah
Guns, cash and product on the table
Say less
We gone sell whatever's in demand
Say word
Chasin money turnt me to da man
But I can't save her
I feel like it's money left to make
Hell yeah
Guns, cash and product on the table
Say less
We gone sell whatever's in demand
Say word
Chasin money turnt me to da man
But I can't save her
Grown man mani
I swear I kno too much
I hold too much shit down
I can't jus sit down
We breakin all this shit down
To build all of this shit up
Bless the liq n pour up
Lotta sin my cup
Lotta blood on my crown
Lotta shit done went down yeah
Look
The Women on top of that hill
Came wit fins
N flipped gills
All the thirst is too much
I get that feel in my gut
I jus want some shit real
Oil n water don't mix
I don't like my skin pale
I don't like my bitch frail
On the shelf dat won't sell
Don't ride the wave u can't sail yeah
I put dreams in suitcases
Takin all them shits wit me
Make em pop and phone home
I'm on pegs wit ET
Gettin in fights wit no chrome
We gone call this shit luck
All that skin on that stone
I gotta be there for my seeds
All them other plants gone
I lied but thas tree
Cut it down it get gone
I feel like it's money left to make
Hell yeah
Guns, cash and product on the table
Say less
We gone sell whatever's in demand
Say word
Chasin money turnt me to da man
But I can't save her
I feel like it's money left to make
Hell yeah
Guns, cash and product on the table
Say less
We gone sell whatever's in demand
Say word
Chasin money turnt me to da man
But I can't save her
Grown man mani
I swear I kno too much
And I go too far
For people that don't go enough
That don't go at all
Every beef a hoe involved
Or some cash thas owed
Or a goofy just showin off
But that's not the point
I be goin off
I be chasin money
Like a shot of dis 80 proof alcohol
Nigga call da bluff
In the back wit a hoody on
Thas Melo in the summertime
I don't pass it much
Tryna euro step
Pack the the passports
And all them lil new pillow necks
I don't penny pinch
From where niggas get a penny drinched
In the club playin many men
Grew up militant
Eyes peeled like a yellow fruit
Thas plenty sin, ya
I put dreams in new faces
I bring all the dope wit me
I Make it pop and phone home
I'm in whips wit ET
Goin to war wit dat chrome
We gone call da shit luck
All the skin on them stones
Still be there for my seeds
Please don't get ya shit blown
Kill whoever sits on that throne yeah
I feel like it's money left to make
Hell yeah
Guns, cash and product on the table
Say less
We gone sell whatever's in demand
Say word
Chasin money turnt me to da man
But I can't save her
I feel like it's money left to make
Hell yeah
Guns, cash and product on the table
Say less
We gone sell whatever's in demand
Say word
Chasin money turnt me to da man
But I can't save her