[Intro]
Got my warmup in.. The money, f** what you say life is all about the money
All about the money, UH
Dolla dolla bills life is all about the money
f** what you say life is all about the money
I'm a good guy but I'll k** you for the money
Living for the money
[Verse 1]
Kiss me I'm Irish, damn right I got luck
My crew could rob you then still prove it's not us
Man when this sh** drop, I might get shot up
This is me knowingly blowing my spot up
I'm cold as ice, damn right I'm that cool
Those hungry nights made me hunt like a cat do
I was a good guy, now I'm the bad dude
I don't want to rob you but will if I have to
If my stash is low, then heres what it comes to
You got some money then my boys'll come through
I don't say no names, I don't say I love you
I look like that nice boy but think like a thug do
And you trynna save me's like a dude trynna wife a thottie
My innocence was murdered you won't ever find the body
Yeah I'm broke boy you better stop reminding bobby
I'ma shoot up Bilderberg and loot the Illuminati
A young crazy muhf**a I'ma ride or die
Swear that I was this close to holding up my nine to five
The music biz taking money like the government
And plus bussing tables ain't cutting it, So im about to
[Hook]
Break ya bank
Money be on my mind
A muthaf**a mobbing out
Sounding like, I be robbing dough, I be, I be robbing dough, I'ma (X2)
I be robbing dough, I be, I be robbing dough (X4)
[Verse 2]
Woah, this kid is out of control
Must be the d**, the yayo got me out of it bro
I'm f**ing buzzed! Another bag is 'bout to be rolled
Ay f** the fuzz, I'm married to the game it can't get annulled
Ay what you know about my life hoe? I never sleep at night hoe
You might be tough, but you don't want to feel this knife poke
f** conspiracies, this is real life hoe
But if I need a sacrifice then I'ma end your life slow
Cause I don't think you understand the pain I feel
You haters make me want to go and grab the stainless steal
Get my cheese up, trying to attain a deal
It turn these rappers fake, HeebzStreet remaining real
Bobby so gone, like Monica Brown
Living like Aleister Crowley, don't see me in Hollister now
f** boy I grew up, into a screw up
Still one day this rapping gon' pay, but for now i'm 'bout to
[Hook]