HeebzStreet - Cutty lyrics

[Intro] We out in the studio right now man And we putting something together for y'all It go like this, look [Hook] If you needa talk, Ima Need to go It ain't about the guap? I don't needa know I don't need the love, I don't need the hoes I don't need the d**, I just need the dough! I'm Like, Yeah I get Cutty, Yeah I get Cutty But doubt that we're the same All I think about is money I'm Like, Yeah I get Cutty, Yeah I get Cutty But doubt that we're the same All I think about is money (AYYYY) [Verse 1: HeebzStreet] Looking clean feeling like a boss Start a company build it up like microsoft You think you grindin slick? You more than kinda wrong You want your money quick, I want my money long (UH) b**h I'm talking Mississipi I be rapping to these beats and smoking weed like I'm a hippie Homie I be chasing cream so why you feel like messin with me? You know your rapping stinks and drink until you think your Fifty You ain't all that, fall back, where you get your gaul at? I could put a price up on your head like it's a ball cap I don't think its nothing think I'm bluffing better call that I could end your world and hit your girl then neva call back Uh, I don't need no who*e to own me I just f** em, then im back up on my vito coreleone Homie I be wit the purp I'm getting hurt, they call me Kobe Don't show me all your work I'm not a jerk but you don't know me so [Hook] [Verse 2: AK] Life's a book you just got to flip the page Them haters changed up, but a n***a stayed the same All your idols frauds i heard they be renting chains Bag a lot of dimes but we never carry change With Plan B we don't really give a f** Shine bright headlights on a semi truck Puffing marijuana we ain't with all that drama Got your girl I'm rubbing on her, and that p**y like Nirvana Beat it up all day hard like Lebron James Man f** these lames we can never be the same All I want is the money all you people keep the fame I wanna whip them foreign things, and rock diamond rings We got one life to live, you can never get a sequel Your swag is sugar sweet, we can never be equal (UHH) On the come up from the gutter I don't owe you hoes nothing, muhf**a did I stutter? [Hook]