GMN Lyrics

The second Money mean

Charge up and pay my fees

Touchdown and hit the streets

Post up and charge a fiend

Yea, need the money everyday like I'm a fiend

Say no to the label, they know what I mean

We don't want that bullshit paper, we want money mean

That's your favorite rapper, signed his life just for some cheese

They weren't trying to let you know, that secret I can't keep

Cross the plug and cut him out, it's like there's more for me

Since I'm pushing around a pound, I need like twenty P's

That 240 pushing up, the belly of the beast

Call me Andre cause I'm drumming when I'm on that beat

I got plenty more coming, now that's options for me

Trying to pop em' and drop em' like we got enemies

Can't even call you my brother, feel like you envy me

And my brother coming in, racks on cheese

Make some money, left the town, x on me

Niggas link up all the time, ain't shit P

They might post that shit online but won't keep it G

I got money on my mind, while talking to Nide

Break it down a hundred times like we rolling weed

Everything is watered down, they ready to plead

We like money, never changing

Keep it thumbing, we stand on the same shit

I been running through bitches that's nameless

We been thumbing through like ask your main bitch

GMN, you know the conversation

They weren't trying to let you know, that secret I can't keep

Cross the plug and cut him out, it's like there's more for me

Since I'm pushing around a pound, I need like twenty P's

That 240 pushing up, the belly of the beast

Call me Andre cause I'm drumming when I'm on that beat