Make Some Money lyrics

by

Lucas Coly


[ Intro ]
Yea .. I'm Just Checking In On These b*tch Ass n*ggas , You Know .. sh*t Crazy But... It Is What It Is Tho Aye , Yea , Yea

[ Chorus ]
Aye, I Was Born To Make Some f*cking Money
Yea, I Was Born To Make Some f*cking Money
Every Night I Go To Sleep, I'm Thinking Bout Some Hunnids
sh*t I Just Wanna Make My Momma Proud Or Something
And All My People With Me You Know I Won't Never Change
Got My n*ggas, They Gon Win Too
Put That On My Name
Told Her Can You Be My Shorty, I Be In My Feelings
And I Don't Want The Baddest As Long As I Got The Realist

Verse One:
I Be Going Through It Dawg, I Be In My Feelings
So I Just Roll It Up And Blow My Problems To The Ceiling
I Done Seen A lot Of sh*t, So I Got Lots Of Anger
So I Don't f*ck With Many, I Can Count Em On My Fingers
I Only f*ck With Loyal, Cause It Hurts To Know That People Did Me Dirty, I Take That Personal
I Promise If I Do Some f*ck sh*t, I Be The First To Go
Tell The Lord To Take Me, Switching Up Ain't Worth It Bro
Please Don't Talk Too Much Around Me, Make Me Nervous Bro
I'm Fathering These n*ggas, Place Em In A Nursing Home
That's My Shorty You Can Try Her, She Gon Curve It Though
Cause I Been Loyal, Said That sh*t A Couple Words Ago
[ Chorus ]
Aye, I Was Born To Make Some f*cking Money
Yea, I Was Born To Make Some f*cking Money
Every Night I Go To Sleep, I Be Thinking Bout Some Hunnids
sh*t I Just Wanna Make My Momma Proud Or Something
And All My People With Me You Know I Won't Never Change
Got My n*ggas, They Gon Win Too
Put That On My Name
Told Her Can You Be My Shorty, I Be In My Feelings
And I Don't Want The Baddest As Long As I Got The Realist

Verse Two:
I Love My f*cking Fans, I Call Them Back Up
Cause When I'm Down I Swear To God They Bring Me Back Up
And Her Lil Fine Ass, I Love The Way She Act Up
Cause If A b*tch Come And Try Me She Get Smacked Up
I Keep That sh*t One Hunnid, Boy I'm Solid And I Mean It
I Been Going Through Some sh*t, Ain't Hard To f*cking See It
My Life Is A f*cking Book And You Can Never Read It
Too Many On The Field, I'm The Type To Referee It
Check My Blood Vessels, You Find My Word Play
I Want The Green To The Point I Call It Earth Day
I See My Future But Kind Of In A Blurred Way
But sh*t I'm Still Gon f*ck sh*t Up On My Worst Days

[ Chorus ]
Aye, I Was Born To Make Some f*cking Money
Yea, I Was Born To Make Some f*cking Money
Every Night I Go To Sleep, I'm Thinking Bout Some Hunnids
sh*t I Just Wanna Make My Momma Proud Or Something
And All My People With Me You Know I Won't Never Change
Got My n*ggas, They Gon Win Too
Put That On My Name
Told Her Can You Be My Shorty, I Be In My Feelings
And I Don't Want The Baddest As Long As I Got The Realist
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