Money Ties

Goin' for the chase, keep that .40 on his waist

Got him screamin' for his life, run 'em down just like the race

These bitches goin' retarded, more money come in the safe

He talk but we shoot regardless, we'll put him down to his grave, ah

Closin' all the gates, hide his body, not a trace

Makin' flips, this ain't a game, posted up at Park Place

They ain't shootin' up to hurt, got 'em shootin' for the kill

Cut him off, he movin' fake, even though I kept it real, ah

I ain't fuck with a thot bitch

Messin' with them guys, I ain't fuck with a dumb bitch

This Henny got me topin' , money got me jumpin'

These haters keep on hating, but my tracks what is bumpin'

Uh, I'm always down to ride

Trouble in this game, fuck around,  you might just die

Just wanna live my life, don't wanna see my mama cry

Gotta struggle for what we eat, gonna make it out alive

These people wanna fight me, blood all on my white tee

They try to do a check, said just do it like you Nike

They actin' like they like me, pay up this is not free

Shinnin' like a star, gold teeth got me feeling icy

Dunkin' like it's Space Jam, 2k on the face scan

First she eat the balls, I'm a ghost, she like Pacman

The money that I'm countin', I'm workin' so I can spend it

When it's comin', yeah, I stretch it, get the money, yeah, I'm flexin', nah

Get the money, yeah, I'm flexin', nah

Get the money, yeah, I'm flexin', nah

Goin' for the chase, keep that .40 on his waist

Got him screamin' for his life, run 'em down just like the race

These bitches goin' retarded, more money come in the safe

He talk but we shoot regardless, we'll put him down to his grave, ah

I swear, yeah, I promise, I'm goin' in, I can't stop it

Gonna cash out when I'm shoppin', rock designer, now I'm poppin'

I'ma get this money, man, I'm livin' kind of lovely

'Member day when I was broke, but now these girls just wanna fuck me

When I was a youngin I believe I'd live my dreams

Just stackin' up them dollars, got your wifey screamin', "Ching"

Put the money over bitches, now my style super clean

Swear I'll never wife a ho 'cause she ran top for the team

I just wanna make a milli, Blinco got them goin' crazy

Yeah, I know her boyfriend hate me, I won't let a bitch come play me

5K for a hitter, I see some mans turn bitter

Loadin' up the chopper, Mr. Blinco gonna hit 'em

Bringin' it back, flippin' them packs

Bet all my money I'm gonna hold racks

Watchin' my back, snakes in the grass

They switch for a hunnid, we coulda made stacks

This is how I get it, I'm showin' you how I'm livin'

Won't worry 'bout my spendings, I'm tryna go make a killin', ah

Get the money, that's a win

Cash out at the mall, then we go do it again

Bringin' all my dawgs, free my bros locked in the bin

Gotta make it my own way, fuck a case, my life's a sin, nah

Fuck a case, my life's a sin, nah

Fuck a case, my life's a sin, nah

Goin' for the chase, keep that .40 on his waist

Got him screamin' for his life, run 'em down just like the race

These bitches goin' retarded, more money come in the safe

He talk but we shoot regardless, we'll put him down to his grave, ah