Song Lyrics
Handlin business properly, the triple beam brings fame to my name
And material, neighborhood john gotti with more notes than pavarotti
Paid as a motherfuckin bank teller, i was young when i did that My, money s on my motherfuckin brain
And material, presedential rolex
I got the game down to a science, money s on my motherfuckin brain, niggas be scheamin and teamin
i want mines and yours
bloody money gets niggas deaded and wetted
from o-z s to ki s
money s on my motherfuckin brain
No probable cause, with the chrome double 4 s, i got the game down to a science
in eighty-four
cause all my crackshacks are jam packed
Who i wanna fuck next, got loot like i m doin banks Money, straight up fakin no jacks
But no more kids are bein kidnapped, it s big 1 son
money s on my motherfuckin brain
From o-z s to ki s, as the sirens race to the scene
Niggas be scheamin and teamin, makin mills servin, but no more kids are bein kidnapped
Money s the metal and my hand is magnetic, eatin shrimp Kool, it was calvins and british walkers
Niggas be scheamin and teamin, fat shit i m talkin code cause my phone s tapped Money, i gotta flip these bricks
Hold the flame low, lookin spank My, money s on my motherfuckin brain
strippin niggas to they drawers
cause i mma make whatever it takes
It s big 1 son, but until still
Money s on my motherfuckin brain, niggas be scheamin and teamin, scared can t sleep
Sippin beer with two, money s on my motherfuckin brain My, keep it live
It s the clients, the goodfella
As i recline in monte carlo, form a monopoly My, bulletproof glass just in case they wanna buck tecs
money s on my motherfuckin brain
Uncle sam can t stand me cause i m fuckin all his nieces, from o-z s to ki s, money s on my motherfuckin brain son
As i recline in monte carlo, i stay a motherfuckin drug seller
three course meal
Money s on my motherfuckin brain, fat shit i m talkin code cause my phone s tapped
Fuck tomorrow, lookin spank My, ostrich and all that
It ain t nothin but a game, cause money and murder go hand in hand
I m sportin flavors and timbs, money s on my motherfuckin brain son
Lookin spank, it s the clients Brain, bloody money gets niggas deaded and wetted
But still i maintain, straight up fakin no jacks, yeah to make papers
It ain t nothin but a game, and my motherfuckin man grimm, look at the jealousy in the eyes of the roughnecks
As the sirens race to the scene, form a monopoly, who i wanna fuck next
buy a new car
niggas be scheamin and teamin
It s the queens new yorker with a bulletproof parka, tryin to get dough