December 4th - Money Man

Bad bitch from the east side, got face tats

Caught a flight to the west, nigga, drove weight back

Pop a seal on some Hi-Tech, throw and eight back

Got more gas than the service pump at the racetrack

Vice slowed on the road, nigga had to shake that

Got more steers than queers, shot over to Bankhead

Had to transport a thousand pieces, I done got a truck there

Growin' up in the 'jects, we was sleepin' on bunk beds

Always give a nigga migraines and then gray hairs

White collar, file tax returns on green days

Trap hard, then invest the money in some trial spots

Bad bitch from the south side, gave her back shots

Bird?

Shit, I made a hundred twenty from a laptop

Take some of the money down there, came sharp

I ain’t Tarantino, but I got big guwop

Hell nah, nobody’s brother, ain’t gotta be nice

Called Chris, told him hurry up, flip my white

They tried to kick the door in, fucked around and caught a face shot

Took the fifty that I made, soon started a grow op

I be walkin' inside the trial spot, make sure the door locked

Had to grow it all electric 'cause it’s cold out

I ain’t signed a deal yet, dog, I’ma hold out

I just did a show in Knoxville, it was sold out

I ain’t tryin' these shiesty niggas, there ain’t no doubt

Take from me so they can give to them for a four pound

White collar, got a operation, got a bank statement

This nigga tried to serve me, but ain’t made for that

Dropped nine on my home, it’s where I lay at

Walkin' out the front door, a nigga had to stay strapped

Nephew take a loan, never got paid back

Never told a nigga no when they need somethin'

If he ain’t got a little street money, he don’t mean nothin'

Right now, I’m on a fattenin', can’t eat nothin'

Fucked three times, little mama just keep callin'

Tyin' up my career for weed money