Money To Make (feat. Mack Maine)

My niggas 100, my corner 100

The car cost a hundred, the trunk hold a hundred

Just smoking my ganja, this joint cost a hundred

The Nikes cost a hundred, the ice in abundance

Now I’m fucking with H, can't be taking no shorts

We scoring the points, we done made it a sport

Scheduled to testify, never made it to court

I sprinkle pesticide, set a trap and you caught

You can’t be talking live when you walkin' in the house

Fuck what you talkin' 'bout, bitch, you walkin' in and out

I ain’t whipping no ounce, ain’t touching no ounce

If you fuck with an ounce, get the fuck out the house

'Cause it's only squares when you come in here

So for all you squares, let me make it clear

Let me get it straight, I’m fishing to take

Not the fish in the tank

I got money to make

My niggas 100, my corner 100

The car cost a hundred, the trunk hold a hundred

Just smoking my ganja, this joint cost a hundred

The Nikes cost a hundred, the ice in abundance

My niggas 100, my corner 100

The car cost a hundred, the trunk hold a hundred

Just smoking my ganja, this joint cost a hundred

The Nikes cost a hundred, the ice in abundance

Mack Maine:

Real nigga in the building, where the work at?

That New Orleans Saints fitted, that’s my work hat

My niggas got that H, Percs, white and purp

And they shoot off one leg, they awkward like Dougie

Thug life, thug life, bitch, I’m feeling like 'Pac

When I’m riding up your block

'Bout to release the 50 shots off top

Your bitch here, you'll get your issue

Your family, they gon' miss you

They gon' find you, we ain't miss ya

Bury that boy with tissue since he was a cry baby

Your mami over your casket, asking "lord, why, baby?"

See I live in a world where they mistreat black babies

And in a hood that crank babies just to grow up just to jack babies

Bitch I’m from New Orleans, you can’t come where I’m from

Got a drum on a caper, Pa-Rum-Pa-Pum Pum

Boy I ain’t no fronter, it’s Ross, Mack and Stunner

I put 50 on 50, that’s why they call me 100

See we stunting, fuck with me, popping bottles, throwing money

Niggas giving headshots, bitch, no running

Them hundreds came fast, bitches came quicker

Wet candy paint sticky moving start dipping

We ran through the trenches, jumping over fences

Got it out the field, now my homies doing digits

Shinning on these bitches, after hour countin' tickets

Got it from my Gs, now we on another mission

We focus on another saddle, another batch

Another bird full of H, nigga, comin' like that

Slap back Caddy, dippin' while we droppin'

Blowin' while we counting, a hundred G’s in my pocket