Risky ft. ICE Lyrics

God said it's perfect time

Give me my money

I ain't got it right now man

You ain't got it

No ribs

Nah, come on B

No ribs, no rice, no champagne

You don't eat nothing

Fuck you man, I don't get my money man

Pay me my money man

Yo, hey man

Lend me 10 G's real fast

I'll get back to the crib

Don't your man send G's

Cause I ain't giving him his food back

Ooh, sad, Celtic

Check it

Ice

Yeah

See

I don't got no time for these little hoes

I'm trying to meditate

Gotta give my grandma a little more time

She on that Medicaid

My little troll, he quit the blow

He ain't ever gonna hesitate

30 on the cake

Wasn't no time to play

Not today

20 hit the waist

Ten hit the face

What a case

Go to trial, gotta blow

Test come from session eight

Yeah

Nigga come from session eight

See

Check it

I want the cash

Right now

Gotta get the cash now

I'm a cash

I'm a motherfucking, motherfucking cash cop

See a nigga want the money

Want it right now

See them niggas over there

They be fat mobbin

See I'm coming to the money

Like I'm climbing mountain

See the drip too hard

Drip like a fountain

Get to the money

And don't you ever doubt it

Get to the money

And don't you ever doubt it

Yeah

Get to the bag

And don't you ever doubt it

Yeah

Get to the cash

And don't you ever doubt it

See

I ain't never been a brick or four

See

I ain't never been a brick or two

Bitch

I'ma get what's mine

Niggas wanna act like they outside

They can't leave the porch

These niggas like to tell

I'ma catch you niggas at the court

Fuck it though

I'ma live it up

I do this shit for sport

You get money

But you niggas been a dork

Yeah, you freeze under pressure

Nigga, like you pass a torch

Fuck it

I can't talk about some shit I did up north

Fuck it though

Pick a hoe

Any, mini, money, moe

Send a thought, get a load

Fuck it, let me draw the vote

Get the code

I need ten

But I only made four

In game mode, bitch

Yeah, nigga, head it to the O

Don't need a hoe

Heart cold, blood cold

I need a coat

I can't ride a nigga wave

Yeah, nigga, keep a float

I don't want the least, nigga

Cause I always want the most

Fuck that bitch, then go ghost

Yeah, I'm in go mode

When my nigga cop pieces

Yeah, we going up the road

Pray to God

We see them days

When it's 50 for a show

Yeah

Call the guys

Call the guys

I got the load

Call the guys

Call the guys

Bitch, you know I got the codes

Get the plot, nigga

Then we want some more

And fashion waited with the dope

If I gotta kick it though

Shhh

Don't say too much

Bitch, you know I got the pole

Make a sound

Make a move

Bitch, I'm blowin

If there's money on the floor

Then I'm goin

Calm down, lil' bitch

Calm down, lil' boy

Before you blow it