Jardel - MONEY

Cruisin round town
In a drop top Benz
Got my niggas to my right
I ain't never going left
Tunnel vision
Like a body cam on a vest
I'm running to the money
Need a 6 figure check
Different type of vibe
Don't compare me to ya ex
He a rookie ima vet
'I'm the best no contest
I'm the best no contest
I'm the best no contest
7 days a week swear i really need rest
Got my mind on the money
Nothing more nothing less
Once the fam doing good
I ain't even stressed
Put my bronem on the track
He be killing like he Shaq
Killing like I'm Shaq
So best move out the paint
I'm a killa not a saint
My only goal to create
Fuck the bait
Got me switching up my state
Call that Missi
Call that Spain
Got me out here in the rain
Where it mainly on the plain
No restraints
Cuz I'm next
Where I'm at
GPS
Now I'm lost
Time to reflect
Heart inside my dick
So I hit her with that text
Little lies
I despise
But the truth ain't hard to find
Underestimated
Over stated
Read between the lines
And you'll see
What you'll find is the truth
Hidden
Deep inside my roots
You know who it is
DEV
Fuck the biz

Written by:
Devaughn Harris, Jardel Armand

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