i aint got money Lyrics

Boy you 'bout to see some money

Making noise like the reverend

Got these hood rats on my shoulders

And they burning all the dope that we sold us

So this is the shit that I wrote is a joke

Cause I don't do drugs but I hope that you can smoke

Got me looking on my phone bout to cry alone

So give me a fortune and a second to laugh

I'm ashamed to be alone with a big old chrome

And still be known tryina do it on my own

You ain't gonna get nothing off my mind

Made it this far and I can say my own

I ain't never been the type to try and fit in

My life is so famous so I got love the home

We just friends and no folks that do a lot of jokes

So when you see us on stage and I guess you know who I am

These older people just like to bury those in

Freda clothes

And lost in a cell or a low door

I have a convo with the remote control

Give me the microphone and I'll have you

Singin the dance floor

And if you don't mind if you don't speak

Let me see you shake it to the floor

Cause I'll never get you up again

So hit and hit the dance floor

And have a good time if you feel the DJ go crazy

Cause I got off the back before I hit the floor boards

This is the man shit with the DJs spittin

Backwards

Gettin back to the ends as we link up and Mack it

Boy you 'bout to see some money

Making noise like the reverend

Got these hood rats on my shoulders

And they burning all the dope that we sold us

So this is the shit that I wrote is a joke

Cause I don't do drugs but I hope that you can smoke

Got me looking on my phone bout to cry alone

So give me a fortune and a second to laugh

I'm ashamed to be alone with a big old chrome

And still be known tryna do it on my own

You ain't gonna get nothing off my mind

Made it this far and I can say my own

I ain't never been the type to try and fit in

My life is so famous so I got love the home

We just friends and no folks that do a lot of jokes

So when you see us on stage and I guess you know who I am

These older people just like to bury those in

Freda clothes

And lost in a cell or a low door

I have a convo with the remote control

Give me the microphone and I'll have you

Singin the dance floor

And if you don't mind if you don't speak

Let me see you shake it to the floor

Cause I'll never get you up again

So hit and hit the dance floor

And have a good time if you feel the DJ go crazy

Cause I got off the back before I hit the floor boards

This is the man shit with the DJs spittin

Backwards

Gettin back to the ends as we link up and Mack it