I been that nigga I been that nigga I been that nigga before the money and the fame I been that nigga before the diamonds and the chain I been that nigga before the foams and the clothes I been that nigga on the corner with the most My dogs a shooter

Whatever you want, you're gonna get it! You ain't happy less you got one Ain't gonna shoot the place up Just for fun Maybe he wants to die for the money Maybe he wants to kill for his country Whatever he wants, he's gonna get it! You better strip it down

I said, yeah, I said money made me do it Diamonds in my chain gold Every twenty minutes, change clothes I had a mil before the label Just as long as they know, money made me do it I said rest in peace to Bankroll You in a better place, dog You won't ever

They'll find us here Here, here in the guest room Where we throw money at each other and cry They're gonna send us to prison for jerks We can't stay here For having vague ideas of the way to turn each other on again We miss being ruffians, going wild and

Bitches come and go (You know that) Money come and go (You know that) Love come and go (Don't shit last) Me and my bitch, took a little trip Down to the garden, took a little dip (oh no) Apple juice falling from her lips took a little sip (boom) Took a

I got money that I saved then I'm back on road Get my jewelry out the safe 'cause I'm back on road I still do these hoes the same when I'm back on road If you wasn't there for me when I was all alone Then bitch don't expect no love when I'm back I'm just

Do it for the fam, we gon' die for this shit It's some real ties when we pull up with the clique Money comin' in, people knowin' that we lit It ain't no surprise, they gon' love you when you rich It ain't no surprise, they all love you when you rich Yeah

She knows her roots and works hard for her money Ain't nothin' like a woman southern born and bred Now she loves her mom and daddy and the Lord to death Just actin' and sittin' playin' hard to get With the girls tonight man they're out on the town Grits

Good night and joy be with you all So fill to me the parting glass Of all the money that e'er I spent I've spent it in good company And all the harm that ever I did Alas, it was to none but me And all I've done for want of wit To memory now I can't

Give it, babe Need bitches, need bitches Want money? Got clout Before I show you the money, let me spot you the bill Give it, babe, give it, babe Love me, love me for profit, I can make you go down I can show you the money if you wanna go out When you're