[Verse 1: Stevie Bucks]
And when it comes to raps you know you have to feel me
Say the good die young, so they have to k** me
And imagine if my dukes day after pilled me
But I'm still going to die when the pastor k** me
Ok, back to the facts how the cash appeal me
Got a lot of bad habits but the hash will heal me
Got a lot of bad habits cause the cash appeal me
And its money over everything, the cash will k** me
And who, Stevie Bucks be that kid on the corner
And my life got me ducking jail time at the corner
And I'm at a point in my life, first cla** if you try to diss me
I think your b**h Judas, why she never kiss me
I'm like a waitress, stay getting tipsy
Get the blunt split, lick, twist turn hippy
Got the work, sit bag, then turn filthy
Got your b**h, on my dick like the fifth (what)
Got your b**h on my dick like the fifth (n***a)
Got your b**h on my dick like the fifth (what)
Got your b**h on my dick like the fifth (n***a)
Got your b**h on my dick like the fifth (what)
[Hook: Stevie Bucks]
Money be the motive
All my n***as know this (x7)
Money be the motive
[Verse 2: Stevie Bucks]
Ok, money be the motive and all my n***as know this
If you f** around you get aired like showbiz
I think my biggest foe is just not staying focused
I got it off the streets where the beans and the dope is
Police dressed as smokers
Trying to zoom in focus
f** it if I'm lucky get my change and say f** it though
Trust it though
Back to the game, how she tried to f** me
But I got brains, while the feds never s**ed me
And I got Polo's like the kids playing rugby
And I bought that off this lady she was ugly
And I got that off my n***a cause he love me
I just hope, when I die, that they still thinking of me
Forever (Get live, get paper, get live)
[Hook: Stevie Bucks]