My Money lyrics

[Intro]
Big Recklezz
Big Recklezz
Recklezz

[Chorus]
I'm from the projects n*gga, we grew up with nothin'
Cook with the Pyrex n*gga, go get you some money
We on that wild wild sh*t, 'cause we from the jungle
I got a bad b*tch with me, and she think I love her
But I don't love no b*tch except for my mama
And you can keep those tens, 'cause I want them hundreds
And I don't need no friends, 'cause they might be runnin'
You probably love your b*tch, but I love my money

[Verse 1]
Uh, you probably love your b*tch, but I love them commas
All this cheese, b*tch I want lasagna
We on that wild wild sh*t, like I'm Osama
It's like winter on my wrist, but in my hand it's that summer
I got this bad white b*tch, I call her Madonna
Four quarter ass n*ggas, they change for a dollar
Old throwed ass n*ggas that grew up them llamas
In a foreign ass whip, another foreign behind us
Gettin' bread from a b*tch, and she never made it
Four racks for the fit, b*tch I got designer
Just smoked a whole zip, I can't get no higher
He look like a snitch, check the boy files
[Chorus]
I'm from the projects n*gga, we grew up with nothin'
Cook with the Pyrex n*gga, go get you some money
We in that wild wild sh*t, 'cause we from the jungle
I got a bad b*tch with me, and she think I love her
But I don't love no b*tch except for my mama
And you can keep those tens, 'cause I want them hundreds
And I don't need no friends, 'cause they might be runnin'
You probably love your b*tch, but I love my money

[Verse 2]
Projects n*gga, that is the gutter
Cna't trust nobody, not even your brother
Ain't nothin' more important than that bread and that butter
Better make your choice, get a job or go hustle
Young n*gga with a voice, b*tch I'm from the struggle
VVS diamonds, my teeth are flooded
Hi-Tech where you find it, I'm sippin' that muddy
b*tch I frank your alignment, f*ck her and her buddy
Them racks got me saggin', rich n*gga still thuggin'
My b*tch she the finest, and she think I love her
But she got me mistaken, 'cause she not my mother
Hot sauce on my noodles, I'm from the struggle

[Chorus]
I'm from the projects n*gga, we grew up with nothin'
Cook with the Pyrex n*gga, go get you some money
We on that wild wild sh*t, 'cause we from the jungle
I got a bad b*tch with me, and she think I love her
But I don't love no b*tch except for my mama
And you can keep those tens, 'cause I want them hundreds
And I don't need no friends, 'cause they might be runnin'
You probably love your b*tch, but I love my money