To The Money

Lyrics

[Intro: Sada Baby] (Hold on, Primo, let me roll a 'Wood) Sho'nuff Huh, huh Bitch, I— (Primo Beats on the track) [Chorus: Sada Baby] Hold up, let me fives up my weed Think they wanna see the Five man jump out the sleeve Think they wanna see me cut a bed 'til I bleed Huh, think they wanna see me hit the streets and up my heat Naw, hop up out the whip and act an ass, act a fool I ain't mad, bitch, I'm bool, think they wanna see my moves But I ain't showin' off no moves, bitch, I think I wanna see me get some money Naw, big, bitch, I think they wanna see me get some money, listen [Verse 1: Sada Baby] Ah, ain't no kick it, I ain't friendly Bitch, I ain't 'bout to do no dick suckin', I get busy Tuh, get a brick, turn it to a run off my pimpin' Cop a hundred thousand sittin' on my neck without no pendants, nigga I'll throw some Gators on like I'm Ric Flair Rolex whеre? Bitch fuckin' with the blick shit Hit a bitch I ain't supposed to, shе got the big head I was tryna give the ho my all, but the bitch ran Cat I'm too fucked up for that Know she catchin' what I'm puttin' down, I threw an underhand She gotta be off more drugs than me, think we in Loverland And I ain't throw to buy shit, but how to keep my hundreds in, uh [Chorus: Sada Baby & Lakeyah] Hold up, let me fives up my weed Think they wanna see the Five man jump out the sleeve Think they wanna see me cut a bed 'til I bleed Huh, think they wanna see me hit the streets and up my heat Naw, hop up out the whip and act an ass, act a fool I ain't mad, bitch, I'm bool, think they wanna see my moves But I ain't showin' off no moves, bitch, I think I wanna see me get some money Naw, big, bitch, I think they wanna see me get some money, listen (Ayy, ayy) [Verse 2: Lakeyah] I think they wanna see me get some money, man (Get some money, man) Nah, I think they wanna see me get in mode (Get in mode) Ain't no stoppin', but this Cuban got me lookin' like I froze (Ice, ice) I just get the head and put the nigga out, I come and go (I come and go) I just pulled up fat shit, Range Rove Heard my opps still a wack bitch, same old (Wack bitch) Bust the face on the Patek rose gold (Uh) Married to the bag, fuck hoes, Jim Jones, hold on They like, "Lakeyah, they still sleepin' on you", really? (Really?) Fuck him good and have your nigga bussin' like a semi (Uh) He could be the perfect nigga, I'm still cheatin' like I'm Remi Wanna see her get some money 'cause these bitches pinchin' pennies (Broke-ass bitch) I ain't never met a bitch who could fuck with me Big Key verses worth a mil', kit buck-fifty (On) You and every ho you with know what's up with me (They do) Two phones, but can't no broke nigga get in touch with me, uh [Chorus: Sada Baby] Hold up, let me fives up my weed Think they wanna see the Five man jump out the sleeve Think they wanna see me cut a bed 'til I bleed Huh, think they wanna see me hit the streets and up my heat Naw, hop up out the whip and act an ass, act a fool I ain't mad, bitch, I'm bool, think they wanna see my moves But I ain't showin' off no moves, bitch, I think I wanna see me get some money Naw, big, bitch, I think they wanna see me get some money, listen