Married2TheMoney lyrics

[Intro]
(Ooh, sh*t, that's a Danny G beat)
(Lorenz, don't stop)
(Damn, JakeSand)

[Verse 1: Krimelife Ca$$]
Ayy, married to the money, I don't never plan on breakin' up
Trappin' in my sleep, make it back before I'm wakin' up
Pack came in, break it down and then I weigh it up
I don't even try to brush my teeth before I face a blunt
Snakes in the grass, keep it cut, know they fake as f*ck
Broke b*tch, I ain't tryna f*ck if we can't make a buck
Any n*gga speakin' down on me, he probably made it up
n*ggas walk around with bodyguards like they safe enough
Ayy, 40 like a can, no graffiti when we spray it up
They be talkin' all this money talk, but they don't make enough
Ayy, di*k up in her mouth like some bubblegum
Hit him in his tummy, now that n*gga got the bubble guts
I be really trappin' on the block 'til the sun is up
Every time I get another bag, I make it double up
Every time I see another pint, I grab a double cup
Ayy, ayy, ayy, n*gga, run it up
Get up off your ass and get a bag, you ain't done enough
All my opps sweet like a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup
Walk inside a club, b*tch purse where my gun is tucked
5'5, lil' pretty face with the bubble butt
Five-five bullets get to punchin', we don't knuckle up
I just poured a six in a deuce, that's a muddy cup
Why these n*ggas flexin' on the 'Gram? Get your money up
You ain't really eatin', boy, you just got a tummy tuck, ayy
[Verse 2: Babyfxce E]
Ayy, just to let you know, this car is stolen, you better buckle up
2022 'Vette, don't pop the back, the trunk is in the front
Slug rounds in the sawed-off pump look like a f*ckin' monk
One-point-two million streams, I got that in a month
What's so crazy about it, I got all that sh*t off Apple Music
All backshots, f*ck the sense out her, now she actin' stupid
Paid both the opps to kill each other, I ain't even have to do it
The chop had you backin' up 'cause you ain't put your back into it
Y'all internet gangsters, finna take you to a shooting class
If I sign to a label, want my advance in a Louis bag
On the Northside sellin' footballs bigger than Stewie ass
I want three hundred a pint, you want a line? n*gga, do the math
The reason I took off a little faster, I got a different cadence
Kriss Vector raise his soul up and make him feel like Kanan
Bought a beam for when I drink lean and I don't feel like aimin'
Bro put some weight on me, I got it off 'cause I didn't feel like stranglin'
It been ten years since you started rappin', put it on a hanger
That one button that make it automatic, I put it on my banger
I got a nina, call that b*tch Tina 'cause it's always singin'
I got Square, want a feature? Tap my phone for a payment

[Outro: Babyfxce E]
It's with an X, n*gga
Fxce