[Verse 1] Can't get a job, hustle for the money You can't get bitches if you ain't got money Now ain't that funny Money is my God, I worship money Money is my Lord, ain't life hard When your ass broke Can't get a job so you try to sell coke Life ain't a joke, I know what it's about You can't trap coke in the motherfuckin draught Put your fingers up, scream fuck love Cause love get you killed so you better use a glove And when I say glove, I'm talking about that rubber Check that bitch mouth, man, before that bitch suck you And if that bitch fuck you, you tell the whole world Run your mouth like a bitch and a lil ass girl If that bitch fuck a lot that don’t make her a slut If that bitch hate rubbers then that ho is a bust
[Hook] See a nigga getting cake though See a nigga been fweago Ride with your boy, ride with your boy, ride Ride with your boy, ride with your boy, ride
[Verse 2] Bad yellow bone, kissing on a caramel I'm sitting there watching while my dick hard as hell Counting hella racks while these bitches get it in Put the cash in the safe, fucked her and her friends Doing hella sins you only live once I wanna get your main bitch high with the blunts Bummy ass nigga with a bad ass bitch That shit don't mix so I took that bitch Niggas wanna snitch cause they see me getting rich Think a nigga selling coke but I'm steady making hits So a nigga up in this shit ??? ??? ??? NASA Gang in the clique now Raiders in the game Bitch we all want ??? so we rep the same thing Better rep yourself, better rep your own gang No I ain't a hater but fuck Taylor Gang