Bout my money lyrics

[Intro]
Pull on the block
Watch me pull up on the block
All these b*tches know me

[Chorus]
Pull up on the block
All these b*tches know me
This my time n*gga chip the rollie
She see me with the stars now she wanna be me
I can't spend no time b*tch I'm bout my money
I'm bout my money
I'm bout my money
I can't spend no time b*tch I'm bout my money
I'm bout my money
I'm bout my money
I can't spend no time b*tch I'm bout my money
I'm bout my money
I'm bout money

[Verse1]
Got all these bands man I feel like Tony or should I say Sosa
The way I'm takin over the game on my shoulders
Man I hate bein sobber
Yeah we be ballin it out
Girl we be ballin it out
Yeah we be ballin it out
Yeah we be ballin it out
I lost my girlfriend
Cause I'm chasin all these bands
Cruise through the six in a new benz
Varna drive
n*gga we don't beg friends
If my real shooters come to your ends
NBA n*gga never broke a game
Imma ball like Sosa with my friends
Ice Tony Montana
This n*ggas just mad cause I f*cked his baby mama
[Chorus]

[Verse2]
I pull up on your block
Man they all wanna be me
I'm ballin in the fourth
Man I feel like I'm Kobe
I'm getting all these bands
With my broski Iceman
I'm f*ckin all these hoes
With my broski cheeseman
She know that I'm on now, a star now
She never use to answer but now she call
b*tches wanna f*ck cause they know that I'm up
Man jijusu in the cut, he all the way up
Take her to Varna drive late night
She say she wanna f*ck with me cause I'm Top5
But if the wanna try me
My shooters outside
My shooters on the Varna man they left and right
Go, go, go get em

[Chorus]