Anonyma** - My Money lyrics

[Verse 1] Don't play me about my money I pulled up to the spot just give it to me Don't play me about my money I'm in the streets, i'm coming Still shocked by how we done it I just touch-downed last week, somehow we run it People start to hate ya when you start to shine I get paid so much i can't pay that no f**ing mind Ten toes down like these boys they know we gon' be just fine Once we get that check step out the spot like we don't need no shine I've been on my sh** for so long they at least respect the grind If we got some problems i ain't hiding They know where to find They put themselves in a bind I'll f**ed the world, hit that sh** from behind Lately my b**h feel like everything mine Those that work hardest are gonna see they divine Do you need a rewind? Been working to hard for this sh** to give up now The feeling inside of my guts say it's time that we crutch down [Hook] Don't play me about my money I pull up to the spot and tell 'em all to be one hundred I heard the sh** you dropping we can't play that sh** for nothing You changing by the dollar, that's the sh** that i can't f** with Boy don't play me bout my money Don't play me bout my money, nah just be a hundred Don't play me bout my money, no doll, just be a hundred [Verse 2] I jumped off the porch when i was sixteen, all in Sixteen ounces in my backpack, knew that Rock was calling All my homies on and down or they get down to crawling Try'na dodge the reaper He don't wanna see me charging I been in the game now in my prime i feel like Jordan Way too many hoes try to chill with me to feel important Wonder why i don't text back, i'm too busy recording Lean all night and coughee in the morning Forming from out of the stone Left my old ways Now i'm feeling grown Feel like the game made me answer the throne Feel like i got something they couldn't clone Let it be known This ain't no flick of the wrist This murder, this 2Pac and Cris This two dollar bricks This is that uncut so pure that the plug don't even know it exists This is the sh** that's so loud at the checkpoint you gotta be frisked I'm in the spot like somebody was rapping before me Know that they gotta be pissed I wasn't sure which of our sh** was the hardest Now i know it gotta be this The prophecy wished And so it was told Now i'm up in this b**h! [Hook] [Birdman Outro]