Money Trees lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, f*ck Fame album coming soon
Turn that beat up a little bit for me
Something for the wait n*gga
Money trees

[Verse 1]
What you know 'bout black?
Yeah n*gga you sell crack in the trap way back before rap
Now I got racks
Now I gotta walk with a clap in case I gotta blow a n*gga back n*gga what? Like blah!
Who you know spit it like that?
Gotta get the money in the bag
40 in the trunk put the body in the bag
b*tch n*gga hatin' but I ain't even mad
I just pull up all black on a n*gga
Blast on a n*gga
Straight payback on a n*gga
Shoot em' like mayo
Split a n*gga brain so fatal
Hit the trap playin' with the play-doh
I'm so gangsta
Fly money gang entertainment
n*gga don't bang but I put it on David
n*gga don't pull it if you ain't gon' aim it
n*gga don't aim it if you ain't gon' spray it
I need me a gutter b*tch
Won't care about another b*tch
You f*ckin' with a star baby
Let's take off in a mothership
Yeah I came from the gutter b*tch
Yeah they thought it was luck and sh*t
But I was working hard baby
While they was on some other sh*t
Yeah, rappin' in a car look at what I did
n*gga went viral, I was built to win
n*gga said its luck
I said what the f*ck?
Keep the camera up and did the sh*t again
Got a call from Fendi that's who found Nicki
He want me to sign, n*gga where the pen?
Give me 50 thou and imma make us rich
I look at all the haters
I just made em' sick yeah..
Give me 50 thou and imma make us rich
I look at all the haters
I just made em' sick
The album on the way got a call from Craig
Told me drop a tape, something for the wait