All this money that what made me

All this money that what made me

All these niggas think they made me

Yall ain’t focused all this focus

That’s what made me

In a drop top bout to pull out the parking lot

Bout to get some top from a nice thot

(Yea yea)

I was in the city with my nigga DreMo

We was riding in a Maserati smoking on that dro yea

Yea yea you ain’t smoking like us

Yea yea yea niggas ain’t focused like us

Yea yea yea wrist on drip got that neck on drip

Got that gat on my hip

Talk that shit step in this bitch and I look like a brick

We up’n that fye you know that it’s lit

Pocket watching better come get yo bitch

I put that hoe on a Molly

I just might catch me a body

I’m counting these bands I don’t understand

How racks got these niggas salty

These pussy ass niggas swear they made me

Pull up to the club and I’m shaking my dreads

You nigga some hoes you heard what I said

My bitch harder then most of you niggas, and most of you niggas ain’t really got bread

Yo nigga so broke that nigga might beg

Pillow talking when y’all get in the bed

Yo bitch she loving and sucking the dick

She want me to cuff her like Riekers little bitch

She out of her mind if she thinking I’m wit

That shit she be talking I never did get

I’m curving the bitches for killing my vibe

Yo nigga be capping and telling these lies

Momma she hate that I’m living this life

I pop me a xanny I’m out of my mind

In a drop top bout to pull out the parking lot

Bout to get some top from a nice thot

(Yea yea)

I was in the city with my nigga DreMo

We was riding in a Maserati smoking on that dro yea

Yea yea you ain’t smoking like us

Yea yea yea niggas ain’t focused like us

Yea yea yea wrist on drip got that neck on drip

Got that gat on my hip

Drop that quarter in a pot

And I whip it make it double

Yea my wrist a mutthafucka

Gotta rollie had to bust it

Fuck that hoe I never love her

Boy I duck em I won’t cuff em

Yea she suck me like a sucka

And you kiss her you a sucka

Yea the job we like brothers

He a rat he undercover

I can’t hear them niggas hating

Cuz my backwood full of bubba

I’m authentic as it gets

I come straight up out the bottom

I was made for this shit

I had muddy in my bottle

Say I’m going up to fast

I can’t stop Foo hit the throttle

And my pockets they on swole

Got me walking wit a wabble

I got youngins bangin red

And they shooting like they Kobe

I got youngin banging blue

And they rolling like my rollie

In a drop top bout to pull out the parking lot

Bout to get some top from a nice thot

(Yea yea)

I was in the city with my nigga DreMo

We was riding in a Maserati smoking on that dro yea

Yea yea you ain’t smoking like us

Yea yea yea niggas ain’t focused like us

Yea yea yea wrist on drip got that neck on drip

Got that gat on my hip