[Intro]
You know—, —dea, your—, —sy, —sy, bu—, it's all—
You know—, —dea, your—, —sy, —sy, bu—
(That's not money to me)
[Verse]
Don't wanna think of the bad times, they not funny to me
Don't wanna slack in the pastime, that's not money to me
I'm tryna stick to the fast life, without a budget decrease
I done took too many damn lines, I'm feeling numb in the feet
Pull you in, got to suffer defeat
So many things in my brain, no way I could keep it discreet
I wanna travel the world, but it's too many people to meet
I had enough of the beef last year, so I'm keeping it sweet
Grandma put on sun dance
Leave 'em paralyzed from the waist down, can't catch a body but a gun can
Two tabs in the ShroomTek, I done met God, He a fun man
Wеnt to school with a class clown, last time I check, he a gunman
Don't wanna talk about financе or the late bills, that's a tough topic
Life a movie and I'm finna watch it, pull up dolo, I don't need a squadron
I ain't trying to outdo no nigga, I was just trying to hit a target
Bank rolls, with the hot shit and the shoe box in the back closet
Tenth grade, I ain't say shit but at least I had Foamposites
Down bad, and I'm strapped up in my bedroom, make a brain omelette
Niggas do the bare minimum
Beat good, but the flow dog-shit, I say we should get rid of 'em
Others sayin' we should form a mosh pit, niggas don't got discipline
In the crib, trying to make a living, selling metaphors, and idioms
Wouldn't give it up for a million
Many times, could've got up in the mix, I'ma stay a civilian
Four tabs in the breakthrough, I met Jesus too, He a silly one
That's not money to me
That's not— that's not money to me
You know—, —dea, your—, —sy, —sy, bu—, it's all—
You know—, —dea, your—, —sy, —sy, bu—, it's all going off without you
[Outro]
Oh, ha, ha, ha, ha
Ah
You— you— ah
You— you— ah
Ah, you— ah, you— ah
You— you— you—, ah
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