SpaceGhostPurrp - Been Fweago lyrics

[Intro] My n***a straight up, rest in peace my n***a Jitt [Verse 1] Can't get a job, hustle for the money You ain't gettin' b**hes if you ain't got money Now ain't that funny Money is my God, I worship money Money is my Lord, ain't life hard When your a** broke Can't get a job so you try to sell coke Life ain't a joke, I know what it's 'bout You can't trap coke in the motherf**in' drought Put your fingers up, scream f** love Cause love get you k**ed so you better use a glove And when I say glove, I'm talking about that rubber Check that b**h mouth, man, before that b**h s** you And if that b**h f** you, you tell the whole world Run your mouth like a b**h and a lil' a** girl If that b**h f** a lot that don't make her a s*ut If that b**h hate rubbers then that ho is a bust [Hook] See a n***a getting cake though See a n***a been fweago Ride with your boy, ride with your boy, ride Ride with your boy, ride with your boy, ride [Verse 2] Bad yellow bone, kissing on a caramel I'm sitting there watching while my dick hard as hell Counting hella racks while these b**hes get it in Put the cash in the safe, f**ed her and her friends Doing hella sins you only live once I wanna get your main b**h high with the blunts Bummy a** n***a with a bad a** b**h That sh** don't mix so I took that b**h n***as wanna snitch cause they see me getting rich Think a n***a selling coke but I'm steady making hits So a n***a finna sh** on you lace front tricks Lace fronts in your hair, looking like a dead b**h NASA Gang in the clique now Raiders in the game b**h we all want fame so we rep the same thing n***a rep yourself, better rep your own gang Nah, I ain't a hater, but f** Taylor Gang [Chopped & Screwed reprise]