Use To Money lyrics

[Verse 1: Mack Nickels]
Spyral staircases in my house, got my legs weak
Put a Roley on her arm, but when I see her, she don't speak
I put money on they head, before I turn the other cheak
Been balling all my life, so it's hard for me to sleep
Even when I feel poor, sh*t, I still ain't miss a beat
I seen n*ggas lose they life, because they thought sh*t was sweet
Off the scene they was mad, when they saw I was stackin
Whole time, n*ggas got cruil intentions like Sabastion
I really [?] my fashion
Labels all on me, I don't care if they be matchin
Talk my life on these songs, so it seem like I'm cheating
You can tell how I move around, I'm really out here eating
[?] b*tches kinda weak, but they kids make them decent
If we f*ck, it ain't no secrets
If you ohe me, you can keep it
That crab in the bag, sh*t, the last thing I'm eating
Having money all my life, make me look at n*ggas different
I ain't get it out the mud, because I always had a plug
How you laying down with a n*gga who ain't [?] a slug?
How you [?] with some n*ggas and you know they told before?
If I hear some sh*t about you, I'ma put it on the floor
I ain't pressed to hang with n*ggas, rather be around some hoes
I ain't even tryna f*ck, it's just hard for me to trust
Yeah, your statis kinda different, when your chain 50 bucks
Hoes mad I know my worth, what I'm gaining if I f*ck?
Arrogant as hell, my nose and my bucks up
And my credit is too, what a n*gga need with you?
Usually the best head be the weakest out the crew
And the loudest one is broke, this is something you can quote
Remember [?] mattress, on my bed I still toss and turn
My right hand a hitman, [?] Tommy [?]
White supercharge Rover, did that sh*t for [?]
The streets really don't love you, that's what I learned
[Verse 2: Payroll Giovanni]
Discussing profit with partners, while eating steak and lobster
I'm a mobster, bosses and hustlers in my roster
40 on me f*cking up my posture
40 pointers on my neck, sipping Don right out of the bottle
Walk in the restaurant with body guards
The staff ike who the f*ck is that?
sh*t, it's
Giovanni, y'all
What you gon' end up if you copy [?]
They was claming to be dealers, please, boy, you was into fraud
I was picking up stacks and dropping [?] off
Came up from the bottom, now models, they wanna top me off
Jealous n*ggas tried to block me, dawg
I ain't complain, I just showed them n*ggas that they can't stop me at all
I'm 'bout my business, move pounds, I'm into fittness
Give you a shipment, just hit me when you get finished
Ain't in the trap, I'm in the European tinted
All they can see is this an icy n*gga in it

[Verse 3: Mack Nickels]
Money just something that a n*gga used to
You can toss n*ggas bags, but you can't make them groove
sh*t crazy out here, I feel these n*ggas play to lose
It's only two options, richh or poor, what you choose?
Money just something that a n*gga used to
You can toss n*ggas bags, but you can't make them groove
sh*t crazy out here, I feel these n*ggas play to lose
It's only two options, richh or poor, what you choose?