Bustin' out the bando A nigga jewelry real metal like a can opener I went from rags to riches to a feature with Tip I went from Smart Car to a bitch with some smart lips And the F&N make my hip limp I'm goin' fishin' with these little bitty shrimp dips And my bank roll got a big dip She gon' bring it on a big ship Quite trill, no Quik Trip I got drugs in the alley, no tip there She just wanna have a good day Smoke way more weed than a guy in L.A I want them birds 'til next May Never let em fly away What!? I heard ay Listen what my nigga Tip say If it ain't about the money Don't be blowin' me up, nigga I ain't gettin' up If it ain't about the money Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my time If it ain't about the money Nah I can't even hear what you say, I ain't finna do shit If it ain't about the money Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch nigga miss me with it I'm packin' 11, I'm packin' 11 I ride in a gator, my shoes are Guiseppe I'm slime like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend Pants out the grocery store, they stuck with lettuce She try make the extras, I told on these bitches When it's bout time to pay I'ma bail on these bitches
Squad goin' up, nobody flippin' packs now I just did 3 in a row, them shows is back-to-back to back now Put the world on our sound, you know PARTY and The Weeknd Ain't got no motherfuckin' time to party on the weekend Tell Gelo, "Bring the juice, we about to get lit" Fill the room up with some "tings", one night off and this is it Always workin' OT, overtime and outta town Shit is crazy back home, it kills me that I'm not around I think we gettin' too deep; shit I'm talkin' might be too true Upstairs I got xan's in an Advil bottle, I don't take them shits But you do, so I got 'em for you I don't need the pills, I'm just gon' have another drink And when I'm puttin' work in on a weekend I'll look back on this and think how we have the club going up
Got the club going up on a Tuesday Got yo girl in the cut and she choosy Club going up on a Tuesday Got yo girl in the cut and she choosy Club going up on a Tuesday Got yo girl in the cut and she choosy Club going up on a Tuesday Got yo girl in the cut and she choosy Working Monday night, on the corner flipping hard Made at least three thousand, on the Boulevard I've been working graveyard, shifts every other weekend Ain't got no fucking time to party on the weekend I've been flipping in the house, making jugs on the highway I've been riding out of state, making money like my way I don't think that I should dance, I'm just gon have another drink I'm doing my stance, you know my Molly pink I've got the loudest of the loud, you know my gas stink My P.O. think I'm in the house, don't give a damn about what she think Got the club going up on a Tuesday Got yo girl in the cut and she choosy Club going up on a Tuesday Got yo girl in the cut and she choosy Club going up on a Tuesday Got yo girl in the cut and she choosy Club going up on a Tuesday Got yo girl in the cut and she choosy It ain't no way no how I made it on my own, I made my own style I don't think that I should stay, you know I gotta go You moving too fast, don't want to take it slow Got the club going up on a Tuesday
Bustin' out the bando A nigga jewelry real metal like a can opener I went from rags to riches to a feature with Tip I went from Smart Car to a bitch with some smart lips And the F&N make my hip limp I'm goin' fishin' with these little bitty shrimp dips And my bank roll got a big dip She gon' bring it on a big ship Quite trill, no Quik Trip I got drugs in the alley, no tip there She just wanna have a good day Smoke way more weed than a guy in L.A I want them birds 'til next May Never let em fly away What!? I heard ay Listen what my nigga Tip say If it ain't about the money
