Yeah.
Someone's fucking with my chips.
And I ain't digging that shit.
It's pissing me off.
It's making me and Sledge go off.
So step the fuck off.
Motherfuckers, we some gangsters every day in hood bangs, bitch.
Open your eyes and realize we under uprise.
Round bright soldiers blowin' up, motherfucker, it's no surprise.
attacking you like asthma little bitch take your last breath auto theft and robbery for bad influence out to make a dollar born and raised in the ruins fluids and narcotics got me tripping so fuck you and your mama if he's messing with my chips
Someone's fuckin' with my money That shit ain't funny Someone's fuckin' with my money And they put it on my hood that that shit ain't funny Someone's fuckin' with my money
That shit ain't funny.
Someone's fucking with my money.
And I put that on the click.
That shit ain't funny.
You don't owe me, homie.
You don't owe me, homie.
My friends, I bought my ends and you owe me, homie.
Don't ignore me, homie.
Do what you told me, homie.
Pay me a cash out to the past.
And I want some of it.
So therefore, the taking don't be hating.
But there ain't enough of it.
And all this bullshit that I'm hearing, just ignore it and shove it.
Check it out.
Cause the real deal is that nothing comes between me and my family meals.
No matter what they've got to eat home, then it's like that.
And if you come my way, try to take from me home, then I'll fight back.
Come right back at you, homie.
And I ain't gonna stop until I get to the top.
Cause I'm the cream of the crop.
Just like the birds that I'm going to.
And if you don't know, now you know.
That's the way that it's going to be.
This industry be like the sea and the fish be green.
Papa said don't be a glutton, plenty fish in the sea, son.
Don't be greedy, you shop, you don't deserve.
Right now it's my time to start homes.
I know that I'm earning, I'm earning.
Someone's fucking with my money.
What?
That shit ain't funny.
I'm gonna ride home.
Someone's fucking with my money.
I'm gonna die home.
And I put that on my hood.
That shit ain't funny.
Someone's fucking with my money.
What?
That shit ain't funny Someone's fuckin' with my money And I put that on the plate, that shit ain't funny Now someone's fuckin' with my money I put that on my hood, that shit ain't funny Y'all run me if you can, but you just wastin' your time I'm sick and tired of your shit, no more lettin' you slide I'm lettin' you fly, so homie, throw a vest on Try to dodge the Teflon Boy, you oughta know that I'm not easy to step on I left one, noted in the chamber for the shoot
Remember that your life is something you cannot recoup.
Now pay up.
Stay up.
This rap game is as dirty as it could be.
When it comes to making Jesus, either him or me.
Me or him, I don't care.
There's plenty out there.
Don't be greedy because I need it and there's plenty to share.
We can all make thriller if we both get the wolves.
Go on call, we gon' roll together.
Down, forward, whatever.
Homes, I need my cheddar.
Did you see that the shit ain't funny?
I need my money, homie.
Someone's fucking with my money.
What?
What?
That shit ain't funny Someone's fuckin' with my money And I put it on my hood that that shit ain't funny Someone's fuckin' with my money
That shit ain't funny.
I'm gonna ride home.
Someone's fucking with my money.
I'm gonna die home.
And I put that on the click that that shit ain't funny.
Someone's fucking with my money.
What?
What?
That shit ain't funny.
Someone's fucking with my money.
And I put that on the hood that that shit ain't funny.
