Beat Butcha - Money Don't Matter lyrics

[Hook] I got my hands all over your girl Man, I'm rocking her world and she loves me You can buy everything she loves But you can't buy hers, with your money She won't eat when she f**ing with me I got her up in the V, getting nasty I got her shakin all way down her knees I get it all for free Holla at me [Verse 1] Mister I ain't never gave a f** about a girl I'm ghetto ,I'm thorough ,I'm reppin my boro I'm out of my mind, girl my mind's on dinero Probably thinking I'm the one Tired of ridin wit a zero Zeroed up, I only hear chains, don't hear no s*ut Red rose matching my clothes don't wear no cup Headphones , channel my zone, she won't shut up Dead tone, turn off my phone and roll one up I'm getting to the paper, that's why I can't take ya You mix business with pleasure, you're slidin' down a danger Girl never mind the minor, cause I'mma do it major They fine but you finer and I'm hotter than that laser Lay 20 b**hes down,stomp their p**y You gon' have to peel it off the ground I wanna knock 'em down though I will it with my crown It's just me and you nobody here to hear the sound It gets scary when I pound,now [Hook] [Verse 2] Cuffing only comes with a black lash She got that you get money, you can clap pa** N a fat a** I like shaking it, new bottles and black bags Metal with the crew 22 bottles and smack fast You will never appreciate nothing 'til you makin' some So keep it real with me, and keep it fake with them Full phonebook , travel out of the state wit none She looking for a trick, and you a major one Told her she's running out of time, she bought me a watch She know I beat her a** up, she calls me the box A bad b**h is like the norm, they normally hot I got a thousand co-signs, they all give me props My j**elry extra, light up the mall with these rocks Glock bodyguard, you n***as tour with the cops You spending here, never see you at all when I shop Keep your convo, fast forward tha guap, I'm hot [Hook]