Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, uh, ayy, ayy, ayy (Let's go, let's go)

[Chorus]
I only move for the money
We can't talk if it ain't 'bout the cash, ayy
Lately, been feelin' like Santa
On the North with these poles while I'm droppin' off bags, ayy
Yeah, the b*tch fine
But she can't get in the Sprinter, she ain't come with no ass
I was shooting dice in the lunchroom, skippin' that class
Sellin' Ziploc just to keep customers glad

[Verse]
Put up that paper and buy me some acres
And start me a farm, you know I'm a cash cow
f*ck postin' guns, I'm having this cash
I'm drippin' this flag, but that's more sh*t to rap 'bout
You not a member, can't come to my trap house
I can't hang with these n*ggas, b*tch, I'm bringin' racks out
I can't flop, if I do, b*tch, I go pull a mask out
Give him shells like turtles, heard he hanging with rats now, ayy
These n*ggas rats, sensei
I'm on the block, Dikembe, ayy
The racks that he flexing, I been made
Baby, come f*ck with a boss, get your rent paid
These n*ggas stay with they daddy like Dae-Dae
Going nuts with this paper, they waitin' on payday
Whole lotta money and problems, gettin' used to this sh*t
Stay with my gun like I'm glued to that b*tch
Won't stop, see an opp, then I'm using this b*tch
See three of 'em, usually two'll get hit
Ayy, tell 'em stop cappin', how true do it get?
n*gga, you ain't having no hoes, you ain't shootin' at sh*t
Why get in it? You ain't have nothin' to do with that sh*t
And I'm done talking 'bout it, I'm through with that sh*t
Last ho played me, I'm through with that b*tch
Jackie Chan, Jet Li how I usually kick, ayy
Newborn baby how I usually spit
b*tch, I'm selling cubes, got Rubik's and sh*t
Whole lotta money off weed and music, lil' b*tch
I'm gettin' tired of the opps, what I'ma do with this sh*t?
Ray Lewis how that Drac' usually hit
Big pourin' deuces in smoothies and sh*t
Fourteen years old with Rugers and sh*t
Hundred bands on me, still eatin' noodles and sh*t, let's go
[Chorus]
I only move for the money
We can't talk if it ain't 'bout the cash, ayy
Lately, been feelin' like Santa
On the North with these poles while I'm droppin' off bags, ayy
Yeah, the b*tch fine
But she can't get in the Sprinter, she ain't come with no ass
I was shooting dice in the lunchroom, skippin' that class
Sellin' Ziploc just to keep customers glad, ayy
I only move for the money
We can't talk if it ain't 'bout the cash, ayy
Lately, been feelin' like Santa
On the North with these poles while I'm droppin' off bags, ayy
Yeah, the b*tch fine
But she can't get in the Sprinter, she ain't come with no ass
I was shooting dice in the lunchroom, skippin' that class
Sellin' Ziploc just to keep customers glad

[Outro]
Dumbass, just to keep customers glad, ayy
These n*ggas so broke, they need customers mad
Uh, uh, ayy, I'm havin' customers in class
f*ck is you talkin' 'bout?