Money
Pushers n peddlers , man
RIP ANT long live 40
Man
If you ain't at the table then you on the table
[Hook]
We been grinding and stacking my n***a
So f** what you heard
Don't call me to chill or gimme no p**y or smoke from the first to the third
I'm in the kitchen and cooking and whipping and wishing that we had a bird
I pull up and swerve, quickly I serve and drop my fiend at the curb
I just want the f**ing money all my n***as just want the money
All these n***as acting funny
Well Ima just tell em to run it
Big sh** by my stomach and no kick
Ima straight punt it
Foreign car doing 100 and I told my n***a to gun it
[Verse 1. Jduce]
n***as been waiting for me to start back snapping they been like Duce what's the hold up?
Well I had a baby the street sh** was crazy we lost 40 man lemme roll up
I'm back in the trap, I'm cooking the crack
Yes, my 40s are fat
And no I don't play and this ain't no football
I just got the hook and the ladder
My haters don't matter I just make them madder
That sh** is straight motivation
Lemme find out we ain't sign a deal yet, and n***as is hating
Well this the last straw I get em buried for short cake
I cut off b**hes cause they don't show up to court dates!
No need no pill to go on no drill
Man them n***as fakin
Free the gang y'all coming home soon
Man my n***as be patient
If they ain't hating I ain't done enough
Yeah, I was summered up
I trap hard until the sun is up
I'm bout to run it up
[Hook]
We been grinding and stacking my n***a
So f** what you heard
Don't call me to chill or gimme no p**y or smoke from the first to the third
I'm in the kitchen and cooking whipping and wishing that we had a bird
I pull up and swerve, quickly I serve and drop my fiend at the curb
I just want the f**ing money all my n***as just want the money
All these n***as acting funny
Well Ima just tell em to run it
Big sh** by my stomach and no kick
Ima straight punt it
Foreign car doing 100 and I told my n***a to gun it