JR Writer - I'm About My Money b**h lyrics

[Intro: Hell Rell] Okay, I'm all about my money b**h Hell Rell, I'm all about my money [Verse 1: Hell Rell] Yo, blow money in large amounts n***as hate when these cars is out Lamborghini this, Porsche that Can he afford that, yeah he bought that Naw n***a, when I got my deal I ain't act like I was all that Put up start-up money so my n***as can eat Supply the hustlers with more crack Sent n***as outta town with pounds of the piff Told 'em get rich Stack that change n***a, cent by cent Then learn that your license plate done homeboy switched your whip It's true holmes Them boys may be tapping your Boost phone, get a new phone P-89 Ruger, two-tone This my house n***a not a group-on If a n***a run up I'm bussin' the Glock Other than that, then I'm huggin' the block I'm feelin' like k**a Cam and Little Weezy b**h What's good you gon' s** it or not If not then get the f** out the drop Look how the diamonds is huggin' the watch I'm nice with the flow man But I'm getting paid from the blow man sh**, I'm stuck in the spot [Hook: J.R. Writer] Better have my money b**h You better have my money b**h Better have my money b**h You better have my money b**h Better have my money b**h You know why [Verse 2: J.R. Writer] Uh, I'm bad, bad to the bone Back to the lab, back in the zone Back of the 'Lac with' a bag full of stones Caps in the chrome, come scrap with Stallone That's that Rambo ammo famo Better leave the scraper alone or it's back to this home Try to take the hat off his dome I don't know why they touch J.R Like the vet ain't hard or I'd F they broad Like I don't come through in the SKR With the SK pa and the ese squad That'll bag you, drag you up a couple blocks to the spot where the eses are Since he wanna front like he next in charge He'll be in the trunk of a next man's car Pa, I'm sick as they come Chips from a crumb, live by the gun Dip when it blown, go for the deck Throw up the set, b**h where you from I'm a Harlem n***a, problems n***a, it'll be 50 to 1 But I rather do your b**h and have her lookin' at me like she got a damn clip on her tongue [Hook: Hell Rell] Ruger, okay, I'm all about my money Where my money (Hell Rell) I'm all about my money Where my money b**h Yeah, I'm all about my money Where my money [Verse 3: Hell Rell] Sell some p**y, s** some dick Walk the track, hug the strip I don't give a f** if he slapped yo' momma Damn right b**h, I want every last dollar Daddy need 22's for his new Porsche Daddy need flat screens for his new loft You got the job, you hired Be at the office at 9, I'm your new boss New gun in town, get used to me You're washed up old man, I'm what you used to be One b**h for the night but it's usually 2 or 3 that's screwing me Plus a shot for the Bronx, 2 for Weeks That's my hood n***a, that's my block Ruger Rell n***a, that's what's hot Look at me wrong, I'm a clap my Glock Yeah b**h, you know the damn name Now get your little a** in this damn Range You want some champagne I ain't goin' nowhere but got a flight book just incase my plans change Dipset n***a, that's the damn gang Eastside, Soo-Woo campaign Look at this n***a Baby-mother car, big brother ring and his man's chain [Hook: Hell Rell] Ruger, okay, I'm all about my money Where my money (Hell Rell) I'm all about my money Where my money b**h Yeah, I'm all about my money Where my money