Addicted to Money lyrics

(Intro)
You know what the f*ck going on man
Yeah
Sito sito sito

(Chorus)
You n*ggas ain't talking 'bout sh*t, really
All blue hundreds n*gga, RIP Nipsey
My right hand man moving just like Frank Ntilikina
Hit stain for ten, spend sh*t on new glizzy
I'm sippin' on drink I ain't sippin' on whisky
I'm from the South Side I got shooters on Dixie
Addicted to money, strictly
Smoke by the best, smoking opps and I feel like a hippie
I got a white b*tch and she looking like Iggy
Yeah, I caught his ass lacking I ain't show him no pity
I'm counting this money I'm busy
Yeah, I got some country ass shooters and they from Mississippi
All my n*ggas they strapped, they be slime (?)
I'm from the projects you know that sh*t real
I'm counting this money now they tryna be friendly
I'm f*cking your b*tch now she acting so friendly

(Verse)
You know I stay strapped so you better not temp me
Most of these n*ggas hate man I know that they envy me
Got a choppa on me when I slide through the vil (?)
I be always trapping hard I got that from (?)
I'm serving kilos man I feel like my dad
I'm f*cking on your b*tch, but I'm not tryna brag
I got Hunchos with me he be serving that glass
n*gga out on bond, I'ma still let 'em have it
Got tattoos on my neck you know I stay first class
You try to run up on me then I'm gonna blast
I'm f*cking on your b*tch you know she get passed
I feel like Jason when I ride with the mask
I feel like O-Dog when I ride with that strap
I be frying n*ggas and they often in pack
My first semi-automatic was a mac
I'm really from the streets you know I can't lack
Man f*cking with me then you about to get kidnapped
I've been chasing money, I've never been sad
Get a choppa on me like I live in Iraq
Got some Russian shooters kill your ass for the racks
I tote choppers and they got some attached
I'm really form the streets you know I can't rat
My n*ggas pop you then they got get a tag
They fitted up, I got that sh*t on my back
Shot two n*ggas, but I'm not playing craps
Feel like el yapo when I ride with that strap
Got two choppas and you know they all black
Got two choppas don't know how to act
(Chorus)
n*ggas ain't talking 'bout sh*t, really
All blue hundreds n*gga, RIP Nipsey
My right hand man moving just like Frank Ntilikina
Hit stain for ten, spend sh*t on new glizzy
I'm sippin' on drink I ain't sippin' on whisky
I'm from the South Side I got shooters on Dixie
Addicted to money, strictly
Smoke by the best, smoking opps and I feel like a hippie
I got a white b*tch and she looking like Iggy
Yeah, I caught his ass lacking I ain't show him no pity
I'm counting this money I'm busy
Yeah, I got some country ass shooters and they from Mississippi
All my n*ggas they strapped, they be slime (?)
I'm from the projects you know that sh*t real
I'm counting this money now they tryna be friendly
I'm f*cking your b*tch now she acting so friendly