Chubby Jag - Money Trees lyrics

(Verse) I am the best homie, real G no vest on Type of n***a that go to war Don't f** around or get stepped on Her a** there, her breath's gone Weed mouth my breath strong Salute me I'm a vet homie Them n***as get slapped on Straight n******g, bars I hope I stay k**er, Won't stop till I'm over ballin' I'm going out like Dre Miller Shout out to my watch n***as LA boy got hot n***a Don't think I'm gon' pop still You crazy homie, just watch n***a sponsored links I'm learning that you can't trust people They do you wrong you gotta watch n***as White men see us ballin' out They going hard, we gotta stop n***as Chasing dreams, chasing green I just hope I make the cream Hussle like we tryin' out And I'm just trying to make the team I know why they stare now, OG can't compare loud Used to dream about being famous But I ain't got no care now I'm gonna leave this beast alone 'Cause this sh** ain't no fair now Bugged out like a bettle n***a And you bought them hairstyle Chubby ye ,Chubby ye Tryin hard to get my number you b**h You want that pipe ,I call your plumber you b**h I see that top I won't go under you b**h Ye it's gonna be the coldest summer you b**h Oh you ain't heard that I'm a stunter you b**h But short shot n***as call me gunner you b**h They like they notice n***a tripping They notice n***a beating me The coldest n***a spitting crown me