Been Had Money

Lyrics

DJ K.i.D, this a hit fo' sho Yeah, yeah Uh, yeah RXK Yeah [Verse 1] They don't let my dog go, then I'm breaking him out You don't want no drugs, get away from the house Nigga, don't come out, then we staking it out Nigga still in the hood, he ain't making it out Miami Ice, I could make me an ounce Get up and drive, I won't play in a drought 1212 bag and a crazy amount Nigga not like that, he just crazy for now Breaking the ball when I walk in that bitch Very polite when I talk to the licks Busy right now, stop calling me, bitch Jump out the car, got the rod in the whip Take a nigga life, got God on the hip Big ass Glock, Wave Rod on the whip Came too far to be calling it quits I got coke, who partying then? Uh, uh, uh, uh [Verse 2] Fuck around boy, get his ass stretched out Unc' hit it once, said I'm the best out Sample the work, I dope test out 30 days here, nigga, this here a rest house Unc' in the back, this here's guest house Sunday deals, this a blessed house Quit calling me Standing there still, give it all to me Drunk as a bitch, pardon me I'm everything these niggas want to be That's not your car, don't front for me My bitch gon' get it done for me I'm state-to-state comfortably I don't give a fuck if they fuck with me Uh, uh, uh, uh [Verse 3] All of my opps know how I'm coming Bitch, I got good coke for the function Did what, nigga, you ain't did nothing Neph right, did that boy Sport Plus him Can't trust a bitch brother or cousin They ain't got money cause they don't want it Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh [Verse 4] Before you talk, shut the fuck up Ask for a deal, shut the fuck up Story not real, shut the fuck up Hundred blue bills, shut the fuck up Little Glock make em shut the fuck up Shut the fuck up When that Glock on your ass, boy can't run Hit a lick one time, Neph, stay up So many nights by myself, stayed up Tell em to catch up, can't stay up Don't want to hear that shit made up Hell nah, I cannot be laid up Get to a bag soon as I wake up I'm the real kind, not the fake one Not bout to argue, too busy counting Do what the who, nigga, I doubt it Neph drunk driving and he wiling Got no limit, body body Put in some work, don't talk bout it Turnt the fuck up, no molly (?) for that nigga, I don't know bout it Beat that pussy, I can't cosign it Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, bitch [Verse 5] Put the Glock down, get beat the fuck up Talk like a bitch, speak the fuck up Hit my Henny and speed the fuck up Call my bitch to eat the fuck up Trap too slow, speed the fuck up You got robbed, boy, you need you a gun Uh [Verse 6] I ain't giving out shit but a blue (?) Neph got missing out of new water Cooking 31 out of (?) That's your dawg, what you do for him? Met in the pocket, ran through on him Getting hard to keep my cool on em Line a lick up, bust a move on em Uh, uh, uh [Verse 7] Step in that bitch like "what happened?" Dope touch my work on the napkin I hate a bitch that's too dramatic Dopestar swinging automatic Always sold crack, not into fashion Straight drop taste like fruit passion Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh [Verse 8] You feel some way, go and get your gun Up that bitch on an opp had fun Nigga, still in the hood, his Jays fucked up His baby momma ain't give him no tax money They like, damn, Neph, don't act funny One thing bout Neph, been had money And I ain't never been no crash dummy Bitch dance on the pole, get ass money My whole damn life, love fast money Real life jugg boy, mask money Drac' make you dance like you heard Bad Bunny Whole 2020, that was crack money Bag on your head, get you whacked for me Send bro a bag, he gon' tax em for me Uh, uh, uh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah