Red (Rapper) - Money Aint sh** lyrics

[Verse 1:Unknown] Here are some statements of a racist Rests in product placement Of songs on your playlist Face this you have no idea what a man feels The chills of getting a 9 mil. to his grill Boom goes off the steal cause he squealed And we kept it moving like the bat mobile These n***as rap about having guns But most of these n***as don't even have one Lil Wayne you think you're tough sh** Its all just a script just admit You transmit lies all in yo track lists Always talking about money its gonna be funny When you're 40 and all bummy Living inside your Lamborghini With a sign that say feed me Your phrases are cheesy Better back the f** off don't test me Before you meet my besti Jason voorhees I keep the Porsche keys lined up and ready Ride by you decapitate you with my machete Wanna be skater ain't seen you do a kick flip Looking like a stiff b**h asking "how do i do this" Go back to kissing guys Only thing you were good at in my eyes Rap ain't your thing you're washed up You ain't so little anymore let these real young n***as erupt Cut your eyes out put them in a cup "Woah woah woah you can't say that" I DON'T GIVE A fu*k! Let me breath Mr rap industry f** radio hits just to make a g Your team is a f**ing joke Beware OQ will not be provoked To leave you n***as up in smoke You're not dope matter in fact you're a drug free cla** I ain't never gave two f**s in one night You dont understand my word play its alright Just got back from the DMV They said i was to g to be in they facility [Bridge:] And hes sticking you and taking all your money [Verse 2:UNKNOWN] Wayne you a gangsta right? That's why you gotta body guard cause you're scared to fight You're a f*ggot and you know it Them skinny leopard jeans show it You're still in high school following every trend imaginable Your music is not manageable Make me wanna turn into a cannibal Eat your scalpel sell your brains at a raffle Be scared when you see me Im your worst enemy You say you're the new PAC I can make that happen have you dead and shot Only thing is in a couple years you will be forgot You get money from your daddy how sweet Just know your name is never mentioned respectively in these streets Don't sweat the technique we roll green like fraknik And you probably roll n***as tongues on your dick Let me contradict you're as gay as a straight man loves chicks When it comes to my stick im strict Only a bad b**h can give this sh** a lick Tick tock she about to blow up all over this co*k We all stocked with Glocks So be shocked when we ride through your block Like a cop bashing down your doors to take your crops It don't stop we stay hot Like nikis a** during the holocaust Im sorry if you're kinda soft And my rhymes piss you off Ill simply mist you off Cause you're nothing but a miniature loss f** rick ross n***a im the boss f** my summer grab a rubber Get this b**h on her knees and show her god ain't the only thing above her f** a lover All i need is d** and s** Bet you never met a rapper like me yet I show respect to those who i haven't mentioned I don't mind bringing tension to rappers who deserve a suspension ha [Bridge 2:] So hes sticking you and taking all your money [verse 3:Unknown] So here's a life lesson Stay bright like bio luminescence Your ambition should be to be happy Roll a fatty that's not to shabby