[Hook]
Oh so, no money, you talking no business
No money, you talking no business
No money, you talking no business
Cash flow, we looking to making the digits
We looking to making the digits
We looking to making the digits
[Verse 1: Quince]
I know...
You n***as gon talk but neva gon make it with business
You talking bout dollars and cents for the come up
But neva gon actually witness
The problem with people is different, they looking for food on they dishes
A slave to the moves with a**istance, a sense of dependence they b**hes
Instead
I'm fully aware
Understand I don't just sit for you there
Cause I got dreams like the millionaires
Imma do me give a f** if they care
Wait wait
Gota give em the flow with the crates
Stake out for the prize thats at steak
A n***a gon wait for the moment like prey
Aye Aye, Whoa
Caught you slipping its time for your fate
Scheming and plotting nobody play fair
The same that gon say they'll be there for the scare
Gon leave you alone in the dark with flare
You said you my dawg but just wanted a share
I thought you was there for me if I got blamed
Instead you gasoline me with flame
And now I don't trust em, don't discuss em
Cause yo colors was making productions
Of a movie that painted the hustle, the buster, was closer to him than the muscle
Betraying the body his homie for mustard
I couldn't believe it but learned what I needed
The a**ets the only thing people exceeded
They don't want yo friendship, or loyalty either
You ain't got the money, you ain't speaking
Its a shame but its true in the meaning
People do what they do for themselves, better watch yourself first, cause the pity a weakness
Its a weakness, its a weakness, but believe in the strength that you breathing
Cause with no one but you
Thats enough to get through
And make sh** turn to, something achieving (You'll achieve it)
[Hook]
Oh so, no money, you talking no business
No money, you talking no business
No money, you talking no business
Cash flow, we looking to making the digits
We looking to making the digits
We looking to making the digits
[Verse 2: Jose Cha Cha]
Counting...
Count up all these faces
Stacking that sh** to the ceiling
The smell of money is my favorite fragrance
Y'all n***as to flagrant
All because you pockets so vacant
Talking bout money you ain't making
Talking bout me? Is you mistaken?
Everything is in moderation
Thought about it need it, contemplation
k**ing off these n***as like Jason
L's fill with ganja like a rasta on a Jamaican
n***a listen till he hits a statement
We are not the same we ain't adjacent
Money coming n***a just be patient
Squad fill with k**as like some Haitians
Im top floor, n***a you basement
Just face it
Im too complex for you n***as
Y'all basic, get wasted
Im sitting at the lodge like a mason
I'm amazing, y'all misguided
Should've choose the road you was provided
Multiply your money don't divide it
Money got me feeling all excited
When the money come, n***a ill be straight
Buy my parents a new place, with the view over a lake
Go and buy the sh** I never had
Flexing on em just because I can, show them n***as I'm the man
I don't think they'll understand
Kicking back smoking on a gram
Got a little guap but I feel like I got grands
Bra won't be long till a n***a making bands
Talk that talk, but you ain't sh**
Walk that walk, don't make you rich
Ain't no thug, you ain't no k**a
You gossip just like a b**h
I make moves boy, Im that n***a
Jose Cha Cha getting bigger
Gun to yo head n***a, gon pull that trigger (Bang)