Yah Right

Lyrics

[Intro: Z] I want to front the mirror rapping all of my favorites Music carried up out the streets homie all of it's savored Hope he got the instrumental beat, cause this single was blazing I'm probably plotting with hint for weeks, no eating just patiently waiting [Verse 1: Z] Somebody save me from this microphone I'm lost in it Stockholm handling my syndrome with wack rolls Top goal Handling my business then I stow The way the water pot blow I stock homes and hostile Que paso Looking for my profit out this talk mode No iPhones I steer clear, I'm beer-eating tacos Kicking back, stuffing my face Money be pronto Used to chop with love, and now I'm trynna cop a Bronco Used to stomp in lugs, and now I hop in something dropped low It's cheddar with my thugs and next to cheese in my nachos We're getting fat belly big while I chop on my celly And I'd prefer to be not broke, I need cheese for my reli- This my duty, I'm on skater grind There ain't shit you can tell me They want beef I got deli They'd rather smoke and excel it I wrap it up and I sell it Ain't no way I'm a felon I got my family and we selling till we important like [Greely?] Let's go [Chorus: Z] It's no Ls when I whip Put the banger there I stay ready with the Fetty, wanna take it there? But really cool, calm, collected Money my objective And I protect it with the weapon Money live sessions But I don't do it for the money, homie yeah right But I don't do it for the money But I don't do it for the money, homie yeah right But I don't do it for the money [Verse 2: Z] I got my number for the fatty I'm betting that's who my family need Pushing in the Chevy that's heavy up on the gasoline I used to dream about this life I'm living, happening My section on the back of me like duh babe, you're asking me We funky as some athletes feet Tracking me, I'm all across, what's happening Don't never let the sack increase Hundreds are crap to me, but his average is a tragedy Like fuck 'em if they battle me Only time travelers passing Z My kids over everybody, as a shawty though I's dreaming 'bout them big bodies Big wins at the corner store Whipping like a Brody go I was going where my brothers go We was pitching and our 40s pour I was working on portfolios That's how the story go Fuck it like a glory hole Took the sand-which meat like Oreos I'm Dexter in laboratories Angled like a corridor Been killing shit like horror-core Kicking back like Rufio Bars are never growing old [Chorus: Z] It's no L's when I whip Put the banger there I stay ready with the Fetty, wanna take it there? But really cool, calm, collected Money my objective And I protect it with the weapon Money live sessions But I don't do it for the money, homie yeah right But I don't do it for the money But I don't do it for the money, homie yeah right But I don't do it for the money