Much Money (feat. Freddie Gibbs)

Ain't finna argue, ain't nobody harder

Ain't finna argue with nobody daughter

You only bossy 'cause somebody spoiled you

You only bossed up when nobody charging

I only tear up whenever I start to

Look where we at, 'cause I know where we started

Miss me with static you know that we brought it

It's automatic like doors at the Target

Tote it at Target, won't miss our target

With this lil beam on it won't miss a martian

With this lil beam on it won't miss a marble

Call a lil demon he gon' hit your marble

Put up my finger and finger a goddess of Venus

I'm eating out Eve in the garden

Ain't no more eating out, we getting leaner now

**** been reading now, we getting smarter...

Even the odds, and get even odder

Seeking these broads, in need of ménages

Leaning on leading on gullible people

To think that you hard is leaving me nauseous

Bitch I really know **** in pain

Share my vision for **** that can't

Knew your shit wasn't legit when you gave

Your attention to ignorant claims

I swear God

Bitch, I might risk my life for this spark

I could tell off the top he was flawed

I could tell how he talk he a fraud

No, these **** won't die for the squad

Bet these **** won't die for the squad

Bro these **** won't die for the squad

Bet this **** won't die for the squad

Put that on fin, it ain't nobody harder

Bitch, you would never, bitch, I beg your pardon

Labels get fed and these artists, they starvin'

I was gon' be a rich **** regardless

Big rabbit gon' whip that brick up regardless

Known in the Chi', fake shore drive, Andrew Barber

When sack in town, we sell rocks like the Carter

Big bro gon' hop out that fishscale, no tartar

Yeah, I could put four bitches in a drop-top, yeah

Seen the Lamborghini, gave me slop-top, yeah

Seven in the mornin', murkin' opps up, yeah

Knockin', "Bone, bone, bone" like I came from St. Clair

First of the month, I hit my geeker with a Tina

I moved on to the yayo, I was finished with the reefer

Fifty in this Mac-11, 'bout to shoot at the polices

I was chillin' in the strip club, fucking up Maria

Bet these **** won't die for the squad

Copped that 850, yeah, for the squad

Bitch, you got on them pistols, but ain't gon' shoot shit

I think you scared to die for the squad (You ain't gon' shoot shit)

Chopper hot, man, I put that on God (God)

Bet these fuck-**** callin' the sarge (Callin' the sarge)

Bitch, you got all them pistols but ain't gon' shoot shit

You gon' snitch if they give you a charge

Bet these **** won't die for the squad

Bitch I might risk my life for this spark

I could tell off the top he was flawed

I could tell how he talk he a fraud

No, these **** won't die for the squad

Bet these **** won't die for the squad

Bro these **** won't die for the squad

Bet these **** won't die for the squad

I swear God

Bitch, I might risk my life for this spark

I could tell off the top he was flawed

I could tell how he talk he a fraud

No, these **** won't die for the squad

No, these **** won't die for the squad

No, these **** won't die for the squad

Bro, these **** won't, no, these **** won't

Bet that **** won't