Money Fein - kyyngg

All this pain got me going against myself

I don’t do this for you niggas, bitch, I do it for the wealth

Why would I trust you niggas?

Shit, I barely trust the ceilin'

Rather fuck on your hoe and put that bitch all in her feelin’s, yeah

Spinning and sipping, we be smelling the piff

Pull up, hop out, and left his brains on the curb

Bet he gon' understand, make you run on your pad

For all that stunting that you doing, gon' make a nigga mad

I’m money fiending every day

It was me and Prynce in these streets, tryna find our way

The closer that I get, the more these niggas turning fake

It ain’t no pressure with that extra, keep my weapon

I’m on this pussy like my nickname Dr. Jekyll

I put the bitch made her put on my schedule

I couldn’t save it, killed that pussy like a devil

But we can lay up, you gotta pay me for that

Bitch, I ain’t stupid, thinks I’ll lose it, I’ma up this toolie

Shoot you like a movie, all my lil niggas young and they ruthless

Dipping in the mazi, now they running and ducking the shooters

Ain’t no more talking, bitch, you domeless, end of confusion

All this pain got me going against myself

I don’t do this for you niggas, bitch, I do it for the wealth

Why would I trust you niggas?

Shit, I barely trust the ceilin'

Rather fuck on your hoe and put that bitch all in her feelin’s, yeah

Spinning and sipping, we be smelling the piff

Pull up, hop out, and left his brains on the curb

Bet he gon' understand, make you run on your pad

For all that stunting that you doing, gon' make a nigga mad

I can’t be fucking with you niggas, y’all ain’t feeling my pain

I’m fresh out them slums, don’t make me shoot off your brain, yeah

I do this shit for New Orleans, I’m tryna fuck on yo' lil bitty bitch

Put the dick all in her organs, then pass that lil bitch to my bro

Oh, coach

Yeah, can’t check my temp, bitch, I’m hotter than stoves

Oh, make your lil bitch go wherever I go

Yeah, make that hoe dope me up

In the coupe with no roof

I can’t fuck with you broke niggas, you think that leachin' shit cool?

I’m a motherfucking giant, like, «Who is these little dudes?»

We gon' pull up, wipe that shit out then get right back to the move

All this pain got me going against myself

I don’t do this for you niggas, bitch, I do it for the wealth

Why would I trust you niggas?

Shit, I barely trust the ceilin'

Rather fuck on your hoe and put that bitch all in her feelin’s, yeah

Spinning and sipping, we be smelling the piff

Pull up, hop out, and left his brains on the curb

Bet he gon' understand, make you run on your pad

For all that stunting that you doing, gon' make a nigga mad