Neat

Lyrics

[Intro] Think It's A Game? Niggas ain't fuckin' with me, yeah, yeah Niggas ain't fuckin' with me, yeah Niggas ain't fuckin' with me, hahah It's Q Money, ain't shit, yeah [Hook] I like my money real neat, just like I like all my freaks You said you fuckin with me, I'ma just sip my lil tea She let me fuck her for free, she charged your ass a fee Fuck her on top of the cover, then I still change the sheets Wrist cost a quarter key, my wrist cost a quarter key, yeah, yeah I keep the gang with me, cause they gon' bang for me (Keep goin!) I show my ass out in public You'd do the same shit if you came from nothing I made it out, niggas say I got lucky I'm doin' my thing, only God can judge me [Verse 1] My teachers done flunked me, but now they wanna fuck me I'm stuntin', I keep me some bands in the duffle (That's Louis V!) When I was trappin', I didn't touch nothing My lil niggas servin' for me on the huffy Bitch I'm on fire, these hoes wanna puff me Saint Laurent shades got me feeling like Puffy Ain't it ironic that hoe called me ugly? Now ain't it ironic that bitch wanna fuck me? Hoo, hoo, she wanna suck me, hoo, hoo, I'm gettin' money Yeah, yeah, hah, uh, I been sayin' ain't shit funny I get that bag and I blow that, yeah Say you get money, then show that, yeah This is Q Money, not Kodak, yeah Watch where you bringin' your hoe at, yeah [Hook] I like my money real neat, just like I like all my freaks You said you fuckin with me, I'ma just sip my lil tea She let me fuck her for free, she charged your ass a fee Fuck her on top of the cover, then I still change the sheets Wrist cost a quarter key, my wrist cost a quarter key, yeah, yeah I keep the gang with me, cause they gon' bang for me (Keep goin!) I show my ass out in public You'd do the same shit if you came from nothing I made it out, niggas say I got lucky I'm doin' my thing, only God can judge me [Verse 2] I used to trap out the corner store I put the grams on the stove I know some bitches that play with their nose Most of my niggas still servin' that dope When I was servin', fiends blew up my phone I blew up the pack, I made that shit back Pull up to the trap or wherever I'm at Don't bring your phone out when I'm servin' this pack (For real!) I hit from the back, she gon' get attached Why? Cause my dick just like crack I look like I dress like I smell like a sack Why? Cause I got them racks Hit the club, poppin' Moet, yeah Hit the strip club and throw it, yeah You got dope then smoke it, yeah I'm still pistol totin', yeah Mama told me stay focused, yeah Everybody know I'm chosen, yeah Most of these hoes be bogus, yeah Cause they don't cop that Lotus, yeah Pour Champagne on my Rollie, yeah Dress in all black but I'm still holy, yeah Niggas ain't tough, we expose em, yeah Nigga, you ain't tough, we expose 'em, yeah [Hook] I like my money real neat, just like I like all my freaks You said you fuckin with me, I'ma just sip my lil tea She let me fuck her for free, she charged your ass a fee Fuck her on top of the cover, then I still change the sheets Wrist cost a quarter key, my wrist cost a quarter key, yeah, yeah I keep the gang with me, cause they gon' bang for me (Keep goin!) I show my ass out in public You'd do the same shit if you came from nothing I made it out, niggas say I got lucky I'm doin' my thing, only God can judge me [Outro] Think It's A Game?