(Rapper Money)
Money "I Aint" Feat Rel
(Rel to the left;Producer of the song A1)
Chorus:
I an't playing round bitch I'm spraying rounds
Shit so gangster make yah main man lay em down
Shit so gangster make yah main man lay em down
Money Verse 1
This cant be life,
this aint right
I aint suppose to be strugglin
I'm suspose to get money
I aint suspose to be fumblin
No more bummin, like I'm searching for sumthin
And my niggaz aint helpin
My girl knows whats up, what the fuck Iam tell her
I got problem that I could blame on the devil
I been a fuck up all my life, I just held it together
Family member threw in the towel, cause the felt I was a failure
Only god can help ya
I been hustlin for year
Work thur the tears
what's the use of existing when you can't live in a mansion.??..
I'd die before I let a bitch nigga take that away from me !!
Chorus:
I an't playing round bitch I'm spraying rounds
Shit so gangster make yah main man lay em down
Shit so gangster make yah main man lay em down
Rel Verse 2
Change on my brain and every body want it
Don't be misguide body armer got a body on it
Walk up on side me nod at you and somebody on yah
Last nigga tried died hes a fucking goner
Behind somebody house on a fucking corner
I'm like dam lips you was like my lil brother
All of yall took you to the mall like my lil brother
NIgga choked you out put his hands on you
You was round me nigga never put his hands on you
NIgga respect me bitch im out here
Niggas hide in the house they don't come out here
I be telling niggas chill for they own good
Bitch ass nigga ant even safe in they own hood
I an't playing round bitch I'm spraying rounds
Shit so gangster make yah main man lay em down
Shit so gangster make yah main man lay em down
Money Verse 3
Watching movies in my condo Florence Row
I often wonder if my neighbors know I'm working blow
Responsibility acquired due to crack alley
Watching out fah back stabbers better with the mathematics
I'm in Shenanigans not a bit embarrassed
I'm the shit you niggas lame and you lake swagger
Let my dreads hang dont do alotta braging
Had a couple hundred grand don't know how a mill a taste
You niggas paying for a hit i get it on the love
Selling keys me and B watching out fah bloods
Side line beef keep it street get it out the mud
