Cameron $wavey - MADE4'ME

She just wanna fuck with them niggas who tryna get the money
We them ones them niggas, them niggas who tryna get the money
I be in the studio working, just tryna get some money
Wish a nigga would run up on me and try to take it from me
Let go of my bitch for the summer, shit wasn't working for me
Now I'm in the crib what a bummer, but imma get some money
Rather chill and go chase a million, you tryn' be broke and bummy
Remember wasn't shit in the kitchen, shit hurt my fucking tummy
Tryna do more good, so I'm getting whatever's coming to me
I just can't be sitting and wishing, but still ain't getting nothing
Laid up with my bitch, I was sitting, thinking like what the fuck
I knew this bitch was tricking
You'd think I'm tripping, I know what's up
I never been a fool since I stepped in school, girl you know what's up
Plus I play it cool, never know my mood, ain't no open up
Talking to myself had me venting, said bro, you know what sucks
You really let her play you, don't ever play you, and trust your gut
It's bread before these bitches my nigga, you gotta focus up
Cause how you gon' get rich if you chasing bitches, you slow as fuck
I'm tryna get this money baby, stop playing with me
My last girl didn't last, she wasn't made for me
I know she thinking that she wish she would've stayed with me
Things change, feelings change, now we fading see
Until I hit, you hit me back, and now it's baby see
But I can't lie, I got a new bitch, and her face is green
Don't make no faces when you hear this, she was made for me
Gon have to learn to share a nigga with this paper please
Cause she don't hurt me like you did, now it's a vacancy
Right where my heart at
Like where my heart at
I'm doing construction on these beats like where my hard hat
You wasn't really fucking with me, had to fall back
You hit my line when it's that time can't even call back
And now I gotta stunt to show you wasn't all that
Said now I gotta stunt to show you wasn't all that
I pull up in a whip, this shit is sick, you know it's all black
Everything a nigga saying gon' be all facts
I speak that shit into existence, crystal ball that
It's bad bitches in a Lyft, they tryna all pack
Knew from the minute when I peeped, my shit was all packed
Send someone else to give the shit that I don't want back
I'm tryna get the money
Jon been tryna get it, my niggas been tryn' get some money
We be in the studio working just tryn' get some money
Swear I had a heart but it's missing, somebody took it from me
Let go of my bitch for the summer, shit wasn't working for me
Showed my self the love I was giving, and now it's working for me
Played some for my neighbor, she like it, said I been working on it
Now I'm in the crib and I'm piping her, get her twerking on me
She know what it is, we don't like it, but we still working on it
Swear lil baby told me I'm toxic
I said I'm working on it
But really I'm tryna get the money
Cam a little mechanic, the way that he tryn' get it running
I'm tryna get the money
We the ones them niggas them niggas who tryna get the money
Wish a nigga would run up on me and try to

Written by:
Kerole Jean Baptiste

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