Nigga Wit Money

[Hook]

Work on the kitchen table

Where the bags at

Work on the kitchen table

Where the bags at

Work on the kitchen table

Where the bags at

Work, work

I'm a nigga with money

I'm a nigga with money

I'm a nigga with money

And I don't love that bitch

I tell her; bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, make me rich

I'm a nigga with money

And I don't love that bitch

[Verse 1]

Yeah

Backpack

Full of stacks

All the bitches love me

Don't compare me

To these rappers

I'm on a different budget

I ain't even gotta practice

Never getting rusty

No I ain't lookin down

But I see no one above me

The paper bag brown, wit dirty green money

The bank account good, full of clean money

Fuck chain money

I blow ring money

I got that motherfuckin never-see-the-bank money

Magazine money

Do a spread on me

And you can turn your back, but never turn the Feds on me

Read the note attached: We got ya lil homey

We need bread homey, or that's ya dead homey

I'm like a Corleone, meet the fucking mob

I can get you whacked, or give your ass a job

Weezy F B

I holla CMB

Coca Cola classic, caffeine free

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Stop playing with me, stop playing with me bitch

Stop playing with me, stop playing with me bitch

I'm a cash money stunner on my 14th summer

Dick a bitch down and take everything from her

Now run to the kitchen, I ain't hungry, I ate

Bitch put 36 O's on my plate

See my pa was cooking slabs while my mom was cooking dinner

See my momma is a chef and my daddy was a dealer

Grandaddy was a dealer and my auntie is a killer

I hope she know I love her, pray the pigs never get her

My brother still a baby, and my uncle kinda raised me

Y'all pray for his wife, cause that cancer shit is crazy

And my daughter's so smart that it scares me

Her mother is an angel, she's always there for me

And me, I'm just wild; I think I need therapy

Because I'm going after that money, no matter where it be

[Hook]/[Intro to "Myspace"]