We$tend Kaeto - Made for Money (feat. Chevy)

My money is spiritual
Like I'm delirious
Feel like the joker
Like why I'm so serious
Niggas be acting like they gotta period
I'm getting money thats it period

We be the best and that's hands down
Special K with a drum
Gotta man down
On the westend they ain't playing round
Put a shush on it won't make a sound

Every beat that I wreck
Caught a foul and might get a tech
It's been a while
I'm only one left
When they call
They be calling collect
I'm just waiting til my signal connect
Airplane mode like up on a jet
Higher than life i don't think that we met
I talk to God and he say he upset

So many judging
It's based off a budget
They feed into drama
I think that they love it
I take a shot and get lit
Like it's nothing
Cough and I choke on the wood
That I'm puffing
Yo bitch on my dick
Yeah I got that hoe blushing
My Veins is ice cold
Would've thought I was Russian
Never stuck with me it made the toughest
I let it go yeah I said to say fuck it

Big space
I'm with the movement
Watching your steps as you cruising
What is gaining now what is you losing
I just been keeping it real it's confusing
Temperature raising the roof
And we grooving
I'm with my gang
And the gang that she choosing
You just gone fuck with a lame it's amusing
It Got you feeling all hurt it's abusing you
Why they tell you who you fooling with
Keep a side to me to bang a fool
I had some niggas who banged in school
Putt he was silly but he kept the tool
And it's getting chilly they playing it cool
Amazing I'm taking I'm making the moves
You playing it foul you breaking the rules
The diamonds is shining it's blinding your view
I'm tryna split the whole pie with the crew
I jump on the mic and they know what I do
It's not really many it might be a few
I got a short temper you lighting a fuse
I hate to have to tell you this
But we not really with that failing shit
Good cookie I'm inhaling shit
Better watch who you bailing with
Melo believe like the faith in god
I want the love with the hate aside
Dealing with pressure looking at it rise
Gotta have my whole dinner with the prize
Why is these mfs telling lies
But I can never tell a lie
Realized I'm being televised
And they seeing it from every side

Written by:
Devante knighten, Paris Pickens

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