Match Up

Lyrics

[Intro] I really like to use cash Yeah, I'm telling you like no you don't You don't have it I'm telling you You not A'ight you wanna go that route I'm telling you, you don't have it [Chorus] It's gon', take, you, a couple racks, to look like this Young nigga stacking up the old chips Pipe down, I can show you how to get it too Since timepiece, I'ma need a minute too His bitch took clothes off [?] Ice cream on my neck, she wanna get a scoop She don't bring the money in, she gon' get the boot No Pro Tools, got your ho in the loop My trap drive through queue we in ten and two May hit your pockets on interludе Money talk but I don't like interviеws I'm one of those, if it's money, I'ma at you Pack in make your face like bad food Trap house lined up like the bathroom Keep talking about smoke we'll match you [Verse] Seven grams in my Backwood and it's exotic I just took his ho and bent that bitch just like robotics This rich nigga chronicles She said boy I'm tired of you The check on me is good to stop, so I ain't even gon' start with you If you ain't wanna see the moon then why you bring the star with you If you ain't on the road to the money then I ain't gonna hop in that car with you I fell in love with the game but the money the only thing I argue to These rocks on me ain't the same on the court but I can't ball with you Running up them numbers in my trap, the price is right You could try something and this shit get ugly like a dyke My old head, he got some keys but he barely know how to type Don't trust us, we nothing nice Mud in my cup, my neck got ice [Chorus] It's gon', take, you, a couple racks, to look like this Young nigga stacking up the old chips Pipe down, I can show you how to get it too Since timepiece, I'ma need a minute too His bitch took clothes off [?] Ice cream on my neck, she wanna get a scoop She don't bring the money in, she gon' get the boot No Pro Tools, got your ho in the loop My trap drive through queue we in ten and two May hit your pockets on interlude Money talk but I don't like interviews I'm one of those, if it's money, I'ma at you Pack in make your face like bad food Trap house lined up like the bathroom Keep talking about smoke we'll match you