[Intro]
My n***a straight up, rest in peace my n***a Jitt
[Verse 1]
Can't get a job, hustle for the money
You ain't gettin' b**hes if you ain't got money
Now ain't that funny
Money is my God, I worship money
Money is my Lord, ain't life hard
When your a** broke
Can't get a job so you try to sell coke
Life ain't a joke, I know what it's 'bout
You can't trap coke in the motherf**in' drought
Put your fingers up, scream f** love
Cause love get you k**ed so you better use a glove
And when I say glove, I'm talking about that rubber
Check that b**h mouth, man, before that b**h s** you
And if that b**h f** you, you tell the whole world
Run your mouth like a b**h and a lil' a** girl
If that b**h f** a lot that don't make her a s*ut
If that b**h hate rubbers then that ho is a bust
[Hook]
See a n***a getting cake though
See a n***a been fweago
Ride with your boy, ride with your boy, ride
Ride with your boy, ride with your boy, ride
[Verse 2]
Bad yellow bone, kissing on a caramel
I'm sitting there watching while my dick hard as hell
Counting hella racks while these b**hes get it in
Put the cash in the safe, f**ed her and her friends
Doing hella sins you only live once
I wanna get your main b**h high with the blunts
Bummy a** n***a with a bad a** b**h
That sh** don't mix so I took that b**h
n***as wanna snitch cause they see me getting rich
Think a n***a selling coke but I'm steady making hits
So a n***a finna sh** on you lace front tricks
Lace fronts in your hair, looking like a dead b**h
NASA Gang in the clique now Raiders in the game
b**h we all want fame so we rep the same thing
n***a rep yourself, better rep your own gang
Nah, I ain't a hater, but f** Taylor Gang
[Chopped & Screwed reprise]