MGM Hezzy - Tha Money Child

Just a young nigga living I'm sliding foreigns through the trenches
I ain't walk in the dirt because my shoes was too expensive
Fear of god on my sweats I think she like the way I'm dressin
Off the mud in the booth poe wokhardt in every session
Bitches come and they go so I'm just ridin by my lonely
Ice age on my wrist I gotta go and get that Rollie
If I pull out the Bentley would y'all be staring like it's stolen
On my neck it's a blizzard looked in the air it started snowing
She gone fuck you regardless ain't even gotta wear designer
Hitting dips in Compton with Forgiatos in my tires
Crenshaw and forty third smoking exotic with the barber
Had to grind for this shit nobody helped me I was starvin
I ain't giving out favors who ima call when shit get ugly
Fake love in the air she just around cuz i got money
Call it mgm magic when I turn nothing into something
Think I'm moving too fast cuz all the shoes I started scuffing
I was made for this shit that's why they staring like they hate me
Getting money is a sport, and I could do it on a daily
On the 110 smashin it ain't no traffic so we racing
What I paid for these jeans could've got another pair of maisons
I ain't shit like the rest that's why it's hard for her to leave me
X4 ain't in sport but this shit driving like a demon
I don't shop with no budget got eight bags when I'm in Neimans
Carrots all on my neck these niggas staring but ain't reachin
Is you riding or not cuz I ain't future I ain't waiting
Exotic pop wit the wok cuz I just like the way it tasted
From the bottom we shining now I know all these niggas hate it
He was a bitch last year now I jus seen him and he banging
Face tatt got em violent the streets turned him to a monster
Started hanging with crips in high school he was a scholar
Bitches ain't got no type they gone fuck you if u a baller
If I want it I get it ima spend it without a problem
I was still grindin gettin money while y'all snorin
Made it overnight feel like shoppin in the mornin
Need a 911 or two doors on a foreign
Tyler popped a seal off a foe and still pourin
Tryna watch a nigga you can't see me through these tints
Had to go and get it can't be scared to take no risk
Ain't no window shopping I spent a thousand every fit
Closet full of designer top shelf my jeans ripped

Written by:
Henry Brice

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