Skinny n*gga lyrics

[Verse 1]
Skinny n*gga half a man on the wrist, ooh
Don't trip you don't wanna see them pistols
I got a beam on the 40 cal red dot
I know shooters that'll get you one head shot
I don't care about sh*t you other n*ggas got
b*tch always wanna [?]
Where I'm from young n*ggas go stupid
Man a few of my n*ggas went crazy
All these [?] gon' check on me on set got me rubbing my hands like Baby
Don't try nothing n*gga they gon' fly something n*gga
Man my main lady boy, she a rider
I be out this b*tch taking care of my biz get home let me dig in like Skylar
n*ggas always talking bout how they got shot
You caught heat through the legs thats minor

[Chorus]
All of this money all of this money
All of this money all of this money
Oh that's why you mad? All of this money
Skinny ass n*gga with a whole lot of money
Skinny n*gga with a whole lot of money
Skinny ass n*gga with a whole lot of money
Skinny n*gga with a whole lot of money
Skinny ass n*gga with a whole lot of money
Skinny n*gga with a whole lot of money
So your b*tch want a skinny ass n*gga with a whole lot of money
Skinny n*gga with a whole lot of money, ooh!