Lyrics

[Intro: Keithisjust] Ayy, nigga [Verse 1: Keithisjust] If I hear Money callin', I gotta stay awake Don't burn a bridge, I'm still walkin' 'cause I played the game I was in [?], we was eatin' off of paper plates Now a nigga life so blessed, forget to say my grace Niggas got negative energy, so I stay away I'm showin' so much love in my city, but that shit filled with hate And you ain't play no games in the block, you tryna make a way Like R.I.P my young nigga George, how you fade away? I was tryna get mine, you had to pay to play It had me out there in home, tryna make it shake Niggas tell me get it, I got it, you just gon' make it rain? When I stack it up, I build shit up and you down and complainin' [Chorus: Money Montage & Keithisjust] New money, new Louis V sweatsuit Don't get out of line, I ain't easy to get next to Bloopers on my mind, I'm in NY makin' chess moves (Ayy) With a shawty that's fine, hope the neck good (Nigga, yeah, ayy) [Verse 2: Keithisjust] I'm with a shawty and she mine, you better not mess with her I put my soul up in the trap, I feel like young Tiller And she ain't nothin', so I share on the next with her And she won't ever meet the parents, I ain't Ben Stiller [Verse 3: Chuuwee] If it ain't money on the line, what you text for? I'm only linkin' up for blues like Connect 4 I feel like light, I've been knockin' down on death's door Giggin' in the coach rag, laughin' at your broke ass AMP, I smoke gas, head on how come You don't ever teach a throat class? Damn, her booty blow fat Deal, bitch, I G.O.A.T. tracks, then get ghost fast Back end come so fast, I'm still tryna blow the last I don't have no compassion for that friend shit If I feel the partnership is lame, I'ma end it Twin pair of Benzes, I been about some big shit Nigga, keep your tens sick, you can't even spend it [Chorus: Money Montage] New money, new Louis V sweatsuit (Yeah) Don't get out of line, I ain't easy to get next to Bloopers on my mind, I'm in NY makin' chess moves With a shawty that's fine, hope the neck good [Verse 2: Aari Price] I can't even really spend that time like your ass could I ain't even really hit my prime, I'll attest to it She just lookin' for someone to save her, I can't rescue her Plenty fish up in the sea, but they all got a catch to 'em And you gon' take the bait She sucked me in the Uber home, she know I hate to wait I had her spittin' on the head, call it face-to-face That was a week ago, askin' about it a day I swear to God I couldn't place a face Understand I could never let you niggas get the upper hand on me Only thought you ever had was the 'Gram Back in school, you was hatin' from the stands I was finger rollin', blowin' kisses with the other hand And even then, way back in the days Comparin' me to you would've been a slap in the face I guess we'll never be on the same page Or on the same stage You a spectator, need to start you a fan page, nigga [Chorus: Money Montage] New money, new Louis V sweatsuit Don't get out of line, I ain't easy to get next to Bloopers on my mind, I'm in NY makin' chess moves With a shawty that's fine, hope the neck good