Make Em Sick lyrics

[Verse 1]
I done hooked up with Zaytoven, now these pus*y n*ggas sick
Make these n*ggas scratch they head, like how the f*ck did he do that?
I just met a plug in Oakland, what's the ticket on the thracks?
Fly that sh*t back to Detroit, I got some n*ggas we can tax
I don't juug, I don't finesse, I don't mean no disrespect
But I get my sh*t out the mud, with open spots, no, we don't trap
Been a sipper for for an Ac, and hope my problems go away
Right before I take a nap, I load that chopper just in case
Well known across the states, if you ain't know, then now you know
Tryna set up for my future, it's why a n*gga move that dope
Don't believe in no excusees, I don't sit around at home
I've been used to hitting road, been on the go since I was young

[Chorus]
I'm a money getting n*gga, I want much as I can get
Riding foreign through the trentches, I ain't trippin on a b*tch
All these f*cking chains and watches, it look like we selling bricks
I just add it all up, and make you pus*y n*ggas sick
You pus*y n*ggas sick
Make you pus*y n*ggas sick
Pull up in that new machine, and make you pus*y n*ggas sick
Hit the club and do my thing, and make you pus*y n*ggas sick
Get on stage and make it rain, and make these pus*y n*ggas sick

[Verse 2]
All these f*cking chains and watches, it look like we selling bricks
You should see these n*ggas' faces, when it look like they smelling sh*t
I count money by the bands, and I smoke Larry by the zip
This blueface 31, b*tch banging harder than a Crip
Pull up in that new machine, and make these pus*y n*ggas sick
There's three b*tches, one of me, man, how much pus*y can I get?
I don't do no handouts, and I don't ohe these n*ggas sh*t
Like I play for the Lakers, all this purple mixing kris
I'm a money getting n*gga, I want much as I can get
You's a funny n*gga, telling jokes, but broker than a b*tch
Purping with that tax money, wanna take a million pics
But as soon as that lil money gone, you waiting on a lick
[Chorus]
I'm a money getting n*gga, I want much as I can get
Riding foreign through the trentches, I ain't trippin on a b*tch
All these f*cking chains and watches, it look like we selling bricks
I just add it all up, and make you pus*y n*ggas sick
You pus*y n*ggas sick
Make you pus*y n*ggas sick
Pull up in that new machine, and make you pus*y n*ggas sick
Hit the club and do my thing, and make you pus*y n*ggas sick
Get on stage and make it rain, and make these pus*y n*ggas sick