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[intro]
(pyrex whippa)
[chorus]
if it ain’t about the money then we can’t get to you (yea)
if it ain’t about the money then we near you (yea)
if it ain’t about the money then we can’t get to you (no, no)
if it ain’t about the money then we near you (yea)
forever throwing up the rock known big bo (yeah, yea)
and we still trappin’ on cleveland (yeah, yea)
n-ggas got guns yeah, we guns too (yeah, yea)
when the sh-t get real everybody poof (yeah, yea)
yeah that .223 blow a n-gga face off (face off)
my lil homie he can’t wait to get his shots off (yeah, yea)
n-ggas still folding n-gga all with the [?] (yeah, yea)
yeah we trying run it [?] so we can’t fall off (no, no)
graduated from the skreets i know they proud of me (proud me, yeah)
i was down bad yeah and they doubted me (doubted me, yea)
you ain’t put your problem how the h-ll he gon’ eat? (how the h-ll he gon’ eat?)
that’s supposed to be your dawg, brother from the skreets (yeah, skreets)
[verse]
momma always told me stack it up and go get it (get it)
yeah we still play with bags, yeah we in the kitchen (yeah)
yellow rock got the stick he gon’ send a [?] (brr)
i can’t lie i love my hood, i can’t leave the trenches (no!)
i done got me a bag i can never switch (got a bag)
zack slime got a mag yeah i know they b-tch (zack slime)
stack it up and multiply i just handle business (multiply)
yeah, i came from wifi close but never fitted (wifi)
yeah, you whenever down you was never with it (you was down)
yeah, i learned from the skreets you can’t trust a b-tch (you can’t trust these b-tches)
i done got staking mad yeah they got extensions (yeah, they got extensions)
everybody picking sides just like a [?] (ahhh, yeah)
[chorus]
if it ain’t about the money then we can’t get to you (yea)
if it ain’t about the money then we near you (yea)
if it ain’t about the money then we can’t get to you (no, no)
if it ain’t about the money then we near you (yea)
forever throwing up the rock known big bo (yeah, yea)
and we still trappin’ on cleveland (yeah, yea)
n-ggas got guns yeah, we guns too (yeah, yea)
when the sh-t get real everybody poof (yeah, yea)
yeah that .223 blow a n-gga face off (face off)
my lil homie he can’t wait to get his shots off (yeah, yea)
n-ggas still folding n-gga all with all the [?] (yeah, yea)
yeah we trying run it [?] so we can’t fall off (no, no)
graduated from the skreets i know they proud of me (proud me, yeah)
i was down bad yeah and they doubted me (doubted me)
you ain’t put your problem how the h-ll he gon’ eat? (how the h-ll he gon’ eat?)
that’s supposed to be your dawg, brother from the skreets (yeah, skreets)
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