Gangsta Black - Money Is My Motivator lyrics

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Gangsta Black - Money Is My Motivator lyrics

[Hook: Mike Motivator] Money is my motivator I don't give a f** who rich Ridin under city lights, shinin under heavy tint I don't give a f** who rich, I don't give a f** who rich I don't give a, I don't give a I don't give a f** who rich Money is my motivator I don't give a f** who rich Ridin under city lights, shining under heavy tint I don't give a f** who rich, I don't give a f** who rich I don't give a, I don't give a I don't give a f** who rich [Verse 1: Mike Motivator] Wrist on freeze wit a young Blackaneeze Rockin Tom Forya jeans, if you broke none of these We gettin green like leaves Fiends swarm like bees Cause we gettin this paper, serve yo b**h like a waiter n***as stare and they haters cause they bench and we playas Got more rings than the Lakers We the real nothin faker Rockin ice like a glacier Got mo bread than a baker n***as give but we takers Cause it's money ya maker [Gangsta Black] We takin off like G4's on private runways In the clouds blowing silver haze thinkin crime pays In the air n***a straight Lear On my Chris Angel, make you n***as disappear - vamos I come to change the game alleviate lames Better cop a f**in squat and chill like my chain Feel the pain n***a give me a reason Lock ya a** out, you won't play next season I'm gettin money and money rule the world That's why I'm ridin clean gettin skull from ya girl White girl on the way, we gon make it a swirl Ask me where we goin the top of the world I'm so hot but still cooler than a ceiling fan You n***as think I'm playin man, boy I got a master plan We goin to the top, escalator Stay gettin to the paper cause money is my motivator [Hook: Mike Motivator] [Verse 2: Dereau] Money is my motivator twin hoes co-habitating Droppin real food, sit back, tip the waiter Used to walk miles n***a 3rd shift, scrimpin savin Things done changed, I'll bankroll ya operation Been through the storm, I made it through the trauma bigger Layin in the shade, no more sharing rooms wit mama n***a Whole notha game call me a QB Off the charts Wonderlic, impeccable pocket sense Spiral when I spin it, goin viral in a minute Doin hoes like a dreidel n***a got they head spinnin Like Dyeman in the 80s when it come down to the business I'm bout to get wit Gangsta Black today we gettin fitted And uh [Hook]

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