Money & Hate

Lyrics

[Intro] Bitches love money, these niggas love hate Love money, love hate Money, bitches love hate Love money, love hate Bitches love money, love hate Love money, love hate Money, hate Love money, love hate Money, hate Love money, love hate Bitches love money, bitches love hate Love money, love hate Money, love hate [Verse 1] You know I ain't goin' broke no mo' I made a promise Know some shit about yo bitch I ain't gon' say about it Cuz came home from jail send them baby bottles Like fuck the gas when them sprites go up the 80 dollars Bro got a pint, I got a pint come on so we can match Crack the ceil I ain't leave it but I'ma bring it back Bread 11s, Gucci belt this shit don't even match Wear the pants tight enough so you can see the strap Down the way them bitches going for quarter homie And I only want 23 nigga put yours on it And if them bitches comin' sealed I want all of them And I ain't goin' home for shit I got it all on me Chef Peezy nigga, he a cake mixer Hit the lean, stretch it out, make it taste different If you ain't out here gettin' paid, you on the way nigga And them boes come in turkey bags nigga thanksgiving [Chorus] These bitches love money, these niggas love hate Money, hate These bitches love money, these niggas love hate Money, hate These bitches love money, these niggas love hate Money, hate These bitches love money, these niggas love hate Money, hate These bitches love money, these niggas love hate Money, hate These bitches love money, these niggas love hate Money, hate These bitches love money, these niggas love hate Money, hate These bitches love money, these niggas love hate Money, hate These bitches love money [Verse 2] My peoples wanted me to stay in school But the game made me and I ain't make the rules Pops said if they ever get you in that room They don't know shit cause if they did they wouldn't be asking you Real shit you in a presence of a wanted man Niggas undercuttin' trying to get the overhead And my plug just hit me with a hundred grams So if a nigga miss the summer jams i hope you understand The game ain't made for everybody but it's just for me If you go where's that you get it extra cheap More cheese off the roxy's than you'll ever see Catch a nigga dry snitching, im gonna wet his tee Nigga, deal on if the seal on Got a hit out on them with R's I want them pills gone Yeah we get the bag off but we still on Just incase them bitches come compressed know they still gone [Chorus] These bitches love money, these niggas love hate Money, hate These bitches love money, these niggas love hate Money, hate These bitches love money, these niggas love hate Money, hate These bitches love money, these niggas love hate Money, hate These bitches love money, these niggas love hate Money, hate These bitches love money, these niggas love hate Money, hate These bitches love money, these niggas love hate Money, hate These bitches love money, these niggas love hate Money, hate These bitches love money [Outro] Love money These bitches love money Love money These niggas love hate, these bitches love money Love money These bitches love money Love money