Big V Doe - Money

Focused on my future, give a fuck bout' being famous
I know these hoes be the same, all the lamest
Doze off and wake up gettin' paper, what the date is?
These lil' niggas lame, if it spread, it ain't cake then
I ain't really wanna rap, shit, I was chillin' on my features
I be in the field while you be chillin' in the bleachers
You call it a tester, I know it's good, so it's a teaser
Why would you leave a bad bitch for a ho that's just decent? (Why?)
Please believe me when I say it's on the flo
You gotta crawl before you walk to get a key to open does
I wasn't discussin' athletes when I said I wanted pros
And I wasn't gettin' cute whenever I mention Bows

Keep it G, man, I can't lie
I don't really give a fuck and I don't know why
Maybe it's the cookie, it be havin' me too high
Still livin' every day like tomorrow I could die

Certain shit I can't pretend to care about
We ain't together, boy, don't ask my whereabouts
I came for one thing, so you know I'm in and out
Bitches still chasin' niggas, niggas still chasin' clout
Always knew I was gon' be somethin', without a doubt
Nigga hammed me once, I'm still tryin' to figure out how
He need it more than me, so I'm over that shit now
Still free, my baby Kell, he would've knocked that nigga down
Don't flash shit, cause when you down, they gon' laugh at you
Favorite cousin snaked me, cut her off, shit, I had to
A ho gon' be a ho, swear they could show you what petty do
We can both move on, bet he still call me out the blue

Keep it G, man, I can't lie
I don't really give a fuckin', I don't know why
Maybe it's a cookie, it be havin' me too high
Still livin' every day like tomorrow I could die

Never been trendy, I been doin' this shit for a minute
When I post a picture, all his hoes get offended
Bitches swear they cool, but they faces read livid
If he kiss and tell, bitch, you shouldn't let him hit it
Whoever think I'm trippin', shit, it's probably money on the floor
I ain't wanna take it there, but nigga, what you lyin' for
It's hard for him to keep up, like a bitch that's tryna win no toes
Hood niggas love me, he finna call me on his other phone
Thew niggas, they be braggin' on they man shit
He flew with em', but we still could've got em' shipped
Yo, boo with you, still choosin' like you ain't in the pic
This was somethin' to do, might hit Miami just to hit the strip

Written by:
Nevaeh Wilson

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