Soon as you get money all these n***** said you changed
Way back then said I don't smoke, i don't do a thing
Never said I was gangsta but the infinite dude got range
Not the n***** that I used to be, can't lie to you it's too tame
I ain't gon' throw on some rain, got to throw on some flame with them
Watch it, yeah
Get to the money, that's all I can do, but don't have to be clocky
Look at my pockets, you see they dignaut it, you know I'ma tap it
On the bed, this * bouncing all on it, I call it hydraulics
Business is business, I do what I do, just to make me a private
Hey, ain't a movie, boy, you should stop it
A to my grandma and A to my grandpa, I ain't got no option
Hundreds in blue, yeah, R.I.P. no, shout out to Slouchy
I get the bag and won't fumble it, you know I'm done with that homie
I'm feelin' blessed, I'm in the mood, you niggas callin' it confident
Riding on 20, I'm blowin', I'm stickin', I'm thinkin' bout all my accomplishments
You niggas blow, I know you ain't *, I keep the sauce like a condom
Talkin' on radar, I'm under it, they know that count, got the summer list
Rappers, my kids, I be sunnin' it, throw me a blunt, drop another hit
The pain in my eyes won't leave, I swear to this permanent
The demons I'm fightin' ain't permanent, I swear to God that I'm fortunate
Let's go, let's go
Sooner or later, I'ma get the bag and won't fumble it, you know I'ma tap it
Sooner or later, I'ma get the bag and won't fumble it, you know I'ma tap it


You get money, all these niggas say you changed
The way you back then said, won't smoke, won't do a thing
Never said I was gangsta, but after them, dude, I got range
Not the niggas that I used to be, can't lie to you, it's the change
Throw on some rain, got thrown some flavor, them niggas be watchin'
This is the money, that's all I can do, but the hate'll be clockin'
Look at my pockets, you see they dignaught it, you know I'ma tap it
From the baddest, she bouncin' all on it, I call it hydraulics
Business is business, I do what I do, just to make me a private
Hey, you goof, then you know you should stop
A to my grandma and A to my grandpa, I ain't got no wash
The money's in blue, the R.I.P. nook, shout out to slouches
Shout out to slouches, yeah, yeah
Coach got me coughin', yeah, yeah
I lead the way, I set the trends, I do it all, yeah, yeah
Go on some jerks, yeah, yeah
Eat the skirt, yeah, yeah
Don't know though, I be movin' dolo, I shoot like Missouri
Keep it up in you, nigga
With me, you just stick around for the money
Buy a chalene, then let her show off
And now I look French on her horn
But back to the story, I'm beggin' my bad from good to great
Put in the time, and I done seen them turn love to hate
Ooh, soon as you get money, all these n****s say you changed
Way back then, said I won't smoke on the back
Never said I was next, but every n***a got ranch
Not the n***a that I used to be, can't lie to you, changed
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