All I care about is money and the city that I'm from I'ma sip until I feel it, I'ma smoke it till it's done And I don't really give a fuck, and my excuse is that I'm young Fuck it, I'm on one Two white cups and I got that drink Could be purple, it could

You know I'm cappin' for real Walk around with it for real You wanna bet that my money, for real For real, for real? All of my diamonds for real, different color like Pharrell's Yeah that's for real, for real, for real For real, for real, for real, yeah

I got a feeling nigga really that my money be the root Look up at the stars she like honey where the roof? Pull up hear the dogs canaries they goin roof Even once had a job pouring tar up on a roof That boy had it hard no facade its the truth So now when

Hustle and mo' Hustle and motivate Nigga I don't do this for nothing, no From the ground up, yeah Well, I don't do this shit for nothing, no Not at all, yeah My money real, money real So I don't do this shit for nothing, no, not at all I told her I got

The clock has ticked eleven and the place is clear Reality is kicking in and so is my beer I don't make excuses when it's all my fault If a heart is made of money he's cleaned out my vault I feel a little wounded and it isn't fair To sit inside a parlour

I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday Popped an ecstacy pills xans when I wanna You can't talk to me about that good or bad karma Don't don't really care 'bout you Don't don't wanna hear

Fuck fake friends, we don't need 'em And I ain't got the time, money on my mind Only thing they're good for is leaving I'll say it to your face, fuck fake friends I've had it up to the ceiling Is there anybody real out here? Got my middle, middle up

Uh oh, fresh out the bed Uh oh, count up the deads You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble) You niggas in trouble No forreal, no cap, my money long like anacondas If you think about runnin' with that then you in trouble Fresh out, outta the bed, count

You know how that shit go Runnin' through the 6 with my woes I was runnin' through the 6 with my woes Yeah, this that Oliver 40 Niko shit man, 15 Fort York shit ya know Boi-1da, what's poppin'? Countin' money you know how it goes Pray the real live

Took a shot of D'usse now I'm missing my woe Got money for bail I won't stay in jail Always stay on 10 like the 6 and the 4 I still can't believe he won't be hitting my phone And I said one time, one time for the real ones (for the real ones) Why they