Money

18 with 6 figures, taking care of business, signing contracts at the dealer
Moved up out my mamas crib because I was a drug dealer
Pouring drop and I can’t stop, CuttThroat Boys, we them niggas
Thought you was down but you niggas is lost
Go to the bank just to look in my vault
Pushing that white moving that sauce
You look so clean but yo lyrics is dirty
3900, don’t fuck with no 30's
Bitches be choosin', they actin' all flirty
I do not trust em', they are not worthy
Woah, Woah, Jesus stone froze
Thick bad bitch, go head and touch them toes
Money, Money, I only move for that money
CuttThroat be chasin' that bread, wrap it up like a mummy
Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money
Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money
Finesse a pack then ship it off, for my gang, I do it all