Money - Rah-C

Quarter tank of gas gotta last me night

Hard to budget when broke

But i guess it’s alright

I hit the bro up to smoke

My day been dragging despite

All the pointless shit I’ve done but first I grab me a bite

I’m talking sesame chicken and brown rice

What a combo

Slap that ass like a bongo

Ratatat on my speakers

While women who act like divas think they just too good for convo’s

Then hit me late in life as single mothers trapped in condos, woah

I shouldn’t say it but I did it of course

You think you got yourself a keeper cause she down on all fours

So now you tryna play the protective lock up all her doors

Until I’m hired for construction there to rip up the floors

I’m like a clover

Talk to me when I’m sober

Hopefully my composure and range gone earn me a rover

The gun is out of the holster

So you better watch your the attitude

I swear I’m only here because of gratitude

Money is the reason

Money got you gassed up

Money got you gassed up

Why you always do this

Looking at me foolish

Damn I thought you knew this

Damn I thought you knew that I envisioned everything that occur

When I ball at the park they say I’m like Steve Kerr

I rock a light Caesar

And I do as I prefer

I’m making music for the kids and not some white geezer

So get your head straight

People latch I’m knocking off the dead weight

I can’t afford the dinner but I treat you the bread plate

Man I need a fresh slate

It’s getting hard to keep it cool

And if you wanna speak to me then know the golden rule that

Money is the reason

Money got you gassed up

Money got you gassed up

Why you always do this

Looking at me foolish

Damn I thought you knew this