I Need All My Money

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Fucking made man, nigga I'm with the mob, when I walk in the room, fucking look me in my face [Verse] She asked me why I'm heartless, 'cause I grew up in darkness All I know is blood, yellow tapes, closed coffins We don't do talkin', if he run hawk him Brodie went to sparking and took everything off him He used to be a good kid, seen a murder and lost it Now I'm mad man, young wild boy, that's what they call me He ain't worried 'bout doing time, he go to bangin' fye whenever niggas call him Take a whole block over like I'm Nino in thе Carter I feel like Ab in this bitch, I go to war with niggas doly Fuck you, fuck you, I been that way since a shorty I'm a mеchanic, doing damage when I'm bouncin' out the Audi I put them grams and got my mans and left them other niggas salty She get nasty, but she classy, flew the bitch in out from Saudi You got a dub, you can't get my wrist, you gon' need another forty I ain't gotta run to get my gun, lil' brodie know it's on me They heard the *clap clap clap*, that shit was like [?] Brodie bang it out with anybody, he don't care where we at He got his son, so what? We goin' dumb, he ain't gettin' spared for that My momma called me crazy, said I got a short fuse I'ma die or go to jail, either way it's a lose-lose They put Ace on the news, but he still kept shooting With a rifle he like Nike, he bounce out and just do it They on the 'Gram interviewing, we was tryna get into it Them niggas had big homies, we really moved the unit Everytime they got caught dolo they wouldn't do it It was time, Ace begged me like "Brodie, let me shoot him" Clear that block, he got hit all in his neck, and y'all can't get him back And all you did was drop a diss song, what typa shit is that? You know I'm the main one, top opp, whatever you wan' call it Whenever you call him make sure that you tell him that I'm ballin' I pull up in foreigns, I been on the court, I'm steady scorin' Her head ass, so every time the bitch call me I'm ignoring When my brother died niggas got crucified If you say you slid for your man, nigga, you's a liar You was doin' interviews, coming in a suit and tie We was masked up in them Vs tryna shoot a guy I made more money than you while I was doing time You was on the street on your feet moving nicks and dimes Niggas can't fuck with me I go in my stash real fast, pull out a buck-fifty The Glock got glue on it, boy, this bitch stuck with me My momma told me "Calm down and pray, son" The opps talkin' like this Drac' won't take a face or something We sittin' out his house for two hours, brodie, wait, he comin' Brodie jump out like Usain Bolt chasing something Pick your man up, nigga