Only thing I f**kin' care about is
Money and me
And I swear to god a b***h
Can't get no money from me
And every n***a that's with me keep a gun
Bet not run up on us
'Cuz we ain't for none
We ain't for none f**k n***a
We ain't for none over here
We ain't for none
We ain't for none over here
We ain't for non f**k n***a
We ain't for none over here
We ain't for none
We ain't for none
We ain't for none
Lil bro blow heat for fun
Posted up with the L's
Gotta whole lotta shells we'll feed you some
And then the peoples come
n***a I ain't see none
We don't know no names
I ain't see no gun
I can't be build no case I ain't snitchin'
I can see a n***a face that they bitches
I won't look in thru' ya eyes you ain't wit it
That's the reason Ion pay em no attention
See this bezel on wrist yea it glisten
If you reach I'ma have to do a sentence
'Cuz my ear a couple g's not to mention
It look like I took my neck to the dentist
All I think about is Jackson's and Bentleys
All I think about is Franklins and Semis
And my car look like a teg with a hemi
And C Money got a tech with a 50
Now we ridin' thru the opp shit
Red beams Glock shit hollows tryna drop shit
The police can't stop shit
And lil bro gon' drop a body
I ain't even gon' drop this
Gang
Only thing I f**kin' care about is
Money and me
And I swear to god a b***h
Can't get no money from me
And every n***a that's with me keep a gun
Bet not run up on us
'Cuz we ain't for none
We ain't for none f**k n***a
We ain't for none over here
We ain't for none
We ain't for none over here
We ain't for non f**k n***a
We ain't for none over here
We ain't for none
We ain't for none
Only thing I care about
Money hoes cars clothes
Sike that shit don't mean shit to me
And that's on Roc's soul
Boy I'm in this shit wit my niggas
Give a f**k about shit but my niggas
OG Grandma and my sister
And everybody that I lost to that trigga
n***a I can't die by that trigga
So I gotta stay behind that trigga
Lil Mally he behind that trigga
Smith and Wesson designed that trigga
And you know I gotta plan for my niggas
Damn right I blow bands with my niggas
You can catch me all in Ninas
Gucci Louie
Ferragamo I be swagged out n***a
Robin Jeans I wear all that n***a
Still catch me in all black n***a
Run up on him with the mac
50 hollows go Bratt
Catch all that n***a
Now I'm on the 8 block and we posted
You know lil bro still got that toasta
Better ride thru' wit ya flag out
'Cuz we got the mags out
Don't get ya car flipped over
Only thing I f**kin' care about is
Money and me
And I swear to god a b***h
Can't get no money from me
And every n***a that's with me keep a gun
Bet not run up on us
'Cuz we ain't for none
We ain't for none f**k n***a
We ain't for none over here
We ain't for none
We ain't for none over here
We ain't for non f**k n***a
We ain't for none over here
We ain't for none
We ain't for none
