DoubleCup Killa / Cardeair - $ in My Eyes

Lord forgive me I aint perfect
No nine to five but I'm working
Stuck in the kitchen
My wrist get to flipping
And whipping
Til it starts to hurting
I'm trying to get it that's for Certain
Get the money be the purpose
These niggas be broke
These nigga be worthless
Broke niggas making me Nervous
Dollar signs in my eyes
So much money on my mind
Hard work no luck nigga
All I had to do was grind
Hard work no luck nigga
All I had to do was grind
Dollar signs in my eyes
So much money on my mind
I play with the money
Like origami
Dripping with sauce
Leave trail behind me
I know I've been trending
I've been a topic
They pillow talking
When they talk about me
Them niggas be mad
When they hoes around
Them niggas been plotting
And pocket watching
The toolie on me
Thats the pocket rocket
I pop at your top like a turban
The Goonies hop out the suburban
Play with your life if you wanna
For the right price it a cost you
For the right price my young
Nigga will off you
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
That Mac eleven for protection They trying to cock back
My progression
Being broke is a depression
I beat up the block with
Aggression
Lord forgive me I ain't
Perfect
No Nine to five but
I'm working
I cut up the work like a surgeon get the money been the purpose
I'm stuck in the kitchen
I whip like a chemist
I got a fulfill these orders
These nigga be broke
These nigga be worthless
These nigga must got disorders
Lord forgive me I aint perfect
No nine to five but I'm working
Stuck in the kitchen
My wrist get to flipping
And whipping
Til it starts to hurting
I'm trying to get it that's for Certain
Get the money be the purpose
These niggas be broke
These nigga be worthless
Broke niggas making me Nervous
Dollar signs in my eyes
So much money on my mind
Hard work no luck nigga
All I had to do was grind
Hard work no luck nigga
All I had to do was grind
Dollar signs in my eyes
So much money on my mind
Ima need bags and a razor
I need a scale
I need two phones
I stayed in the trap
With a whole bunch of niggas
That bitch start they look like a group home
Lord forgive me I aint perfect
No Nine to five but I’m working
They thrown dirt on my name And I heard them broke niggas
Made me nervous
And I think you way to emotional nigga
I see the hoe in you nigga
And the shots they send subliminal
I don’t got time to be writing
About niggas
I keep it on me
What we fighting for nigga
I don’t got time to be beefing with Niggas
I heard that they broke
I can’t speaks to them niggas
And I can never be seen with them niggas
Yo bitch wanna fuck we be creeping
I’m in the hood I got stripe like adidas
These Niggas broke for no reason
He said that he got it
Well I find it hard to believe them
I find it hard to put trust in a nigga
And I’ll never give my all to a bitch
Ain’t no faking
See how real it Can get
When I stay with the stick
And I shoot off the hip
Lord forgive me I aint perfect
No nine to five but I'm working
Stuck in the kitchen
My wrist get to flipping
And whipping
Til it starts to hurting
I'm trying to get it that's for Certain
Get the money be the purpose
These niggas be broke
These nigga be worthless
Broke niggas making me Nervous
Dollar signs in my eyes
So much money on my mind
Hard work no luck nigga
All I had to do was grind
Hard work no luck nigga
All I had to do was grind
Dollar signs in my eyes
So much money on my mind

Written by:
Akil Edmonds, Joseph Smith

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