Phocuz & J-Mac - Money

I got the urge from my mother , used to hide it under covers , getting money when he plugged us , till he sold to undercover , we need ...
For my strippers and the hustlers , outta town on Grey hound buses , niggas broke so they need crutches , taking loans outta ya budget , gold diggers want ya nuggets , u too flashy out in public , homie don’t u be s sucker , save ya ...

Why live above ya means savings in ya jeans , envy of ya boys , but a year will tell a different scene , fast money crash when they taxing on the lean , that hemp bag swag , ya clientele move up the street , tbt hash tag , to when ya had it what it mean , that Midas touch is rusted , these hoes don’t discuss ya , in fact they disgusted , keep tipping in the bucket , u gone need it later trust it , that money spread like mustard , a coin will get u touched quick , when it’s all bout the nuggets , the root of all the looting , in lue of all the shooting , i bet u gun sales already thru the roof in , they count up the cost , in dead bodies on the news in , every podcast u play , look at the movement , if fear don’t sell , then dis arm the revolution

Written by:
ALAN BUTTERY, DENIS DOUCET, GINGER MENDOZA, KURT DANIEL BRYANT

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