When The Money Come lyrics

[verse 1]:

They love me in the hood But they know I gotta leave em
Cut some homies off n*ggas thinking that I need them
Lil n*gga hot but I really don't believe em
Youngings gon shoot so you know I gotta feed em
Traps for no reason
Blow racks for no reason
Gotta feed n*ggas the crack Cause they fiending
I was out chasing them stacks while they dreaming
They sleep taking them naps cause they leaning
That's how it be though
n*ggas like Rico
Ill shooters like shaq with the free throw
With a geek hoe
She a freak though
She'll do anything for the team though
Mama told me boy make that sh*t
You just wanna be great just face that sh*t
You keep it real n*ggas hate that sh*t
Don't let a n*gga tell you that you ain't that sh*t
And if you ain't got it better take that sh*t
Bows to the king
Down for the green
20 for the watch
A thou for the jeans
Riding with the thing
Shout outs to the team
n*ggas stay down but they gon be straight
They f*ck with me now
But that sh*t so fake
Young n*gga eating got a lot on my plate
More money that you make
More n*gga gon hate
[verse 2]:

Told rob Imma kill this sh*t
Everybody gon feel this sh*t
n*ggas gon try to steal this sh*t
I can't let nobody hear this sh*t
I swear to god man these n*ggas so funny
I keep sh*t real what else do you want from me?
Young boss is what I'm running
Going hard we need some more money
In this sh*t forreal
n*gga play with me
That'll get em killed
n*ggas know the deal
We'll blow the steel
Tell bro to chill
n*ggas on forreal
n*gga go forreal
And ride through the city with a strap
Try ya luck if you think it's just rap
Bibby bout to put the squad on the map
I ain't left but n*gga I'm back
I'm back I spit crack
That loud pack tryna relax
I push back that free crack
Tell my fiends it's time to relapse
I'm the hottest n*gga out better know that
Too far in so a n*gga can't go back
Make a f*ck n*gga ask was Hov back?
And I feel like these rap n*ggas so wack