Alaan - Fed Up (feat. OTR Cam & D.Lo'bashy)

I want the money the money the riches
I ain't got time for these bitches
Had to stay down
I was saving more than I was spending
And I was standing on business
Them trips out Detroit can't forget em
Now I'm onna road to these millions
I'm trynna picker the litter
I'm trynna run it up
I'm trynna be onna hills
With a whole lotta Benjamins thumbin
Say its all bout da cash
So I turned 50 cent to a dollar I got off my ass
But once I got a bag
Everything started changing around me
What happened to Kash
Say we been through some shit
That's why we keep our chin up
Start taking all these trips
We started getting fed up
Racks stuffed in my pocket
I ain't tripping lil bitch I got it
I want the cheese in this bitch like cottage
I want the head bitch give me your knowledge
Young nigga fiending a lot for them dollars
I got a lot of them problems
Money ain't one of them problems
Thot bitch cheesing and smiling
Bitch no I ain't doing no buying
Trying get in my pockets my mind
I tell her I ain't got time
I ain't having
The fuck is you fried
Ima run to that money I'm trying
Ima stack up that money
That shit for my mother
Young nigga stay stuck in his prime
I need a lot of that dough
Bitch want money ima tell her ass no
You ain't getting shit from me
That's how that shit go
I want the money the money the riches
I ain't got time for these bitches
Had to stay down
I was saving more than I was spending
And I was standing on business
Them trips out Detroit can't forget em
Now I'm onna road to these millions
I'm trynna picker the litter
I'm trynna run it up
I'm trynna be onna hills
With a whole lotta Benjamins thumbin
Say its all bout da cash
So I turned 50 cent to a dollar I got off my ass
But once I got a bag
Everything started changing around me
What happened to Kash
Say we been through some shit
That's why we keep our chin up
Start taking all these trips
We started getting fed up
I want the money the money I blow
Too much at stake I don't know where to go
Bitch so crazy she turning me on
Speaking of shit that she know I wouldn't know
Been had a bag you can see cuz it show
Got PTSD I don't need you approaching
Trap spot with the deans busting shit open
If these ain't VVs in the night you can notice
Wear my heart on my sleeve hope I don't get it broken
Took me a trip just to switch up the motive
New York strip club know that we goated
Stay on the flight they could see who got motion
Kick down the spot shorty wasn't even holding
Ratchet ass bitch trying T up on me
Niggas going broke trying keep up with me
Broke ass nigga you ain't my homie
Boss ass bitch told her come get with me
Yeah you ji bad but you ain't my homie
Girl you and your friends you could team up on me
I want the money the money the riches
I ain't got time for these bitches
Had to stay down
I was saving more than I was spending
And I was standing on business
Them trips out Detroit can't forget em
Now I'm onna road to these millions
I'm trynna picker the litter
I'm trynna run it up
I'm trynna be onna hills
With a whole lotta Benjamins thumbin
Say its all bout da cash
So I turned 50 cent to a dollar I got off my ass
But once I got a bag
Everything started changing around me
What happened to Kash
Say we been through some shit
That's why we keep our chin up
Start taking all these trips
We started getting fed up

Written by:
Di'Jion Ramsey, Jonathan Bell, OTR Cam

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