Tha Money Child Lyrics

Just a young nigga living I'm sliding foreigns through the trenches

I ain't walk in the dirt because my shoes was too expensive

Fear of god on my sweats I think she like the way I'm dressin

Off the mud in the booth poe wokhardt in every session

Bitches come and they go so I'm just ridin by my lonely

Ice age on my wrist I gotta go and get that Rollie

If I pull out the Bentley would y'all be staring like it's stolen

On my neck it's a blizzard looked in the air it started snowing

She gone fuck you regardless ain't even gotta wear designer

Hitting dips in Compton with Forgiatos in my tires

Crenshaw and forty third smoking exotic with the barber

Had to grind for this shit nobody helped me I was starvin

I ain't giving out favors who ima call when shit get ugly

Fake love in the air she just around cuz i got money

Call it mgm magic when I turn nothing into something

Think I'm moving too fast cuz all the shoes I started scuffing

I was made for this shit that's why they staring like they hate me

Getting money is a sport, and I could do it on a daily

On the 110 smashin it ain't no traffic so we racing

What I paid for these jeans could've got another pair of maisons

I ain't shit like the rest that's why it's hard for her to leave me

X4 ain't in sport but this shit driving like a demon

I don't shop with no budget got eight bags when I'm in Neimans

Carrots all on my neck these niggas staring but ain't reachin

Is you riding or not cuz I ain't future I ain't waiting

Exotic pop wit the wok cuz I just like the way it tasted

From the bottom we shining now I know all these niggas hate it

He was a bitch last year now I jus seen him and he banging

Face tatt got em violent the streets turned him to a monster

Started hanging with crips in high school he was a scholar

Bitches ain't got no type they gone fuck you if u a baller

If I want it I get it ima spend it without a problem

I was still grindin gettin money while y'all snorin

Made it overnight feel like shoppin in the mornin

Need a 911 or two doors on a foreign

Tyler popped a seal off a foe and still pourin

Tryna watch a nigga you can't see me through these tints

Had to go and get it can't be scared to take no risk

Ain't no window shopping I spent a thousand every fit

Closet full of designer top shelf my jeans ripped