DRN Records
Hype on da beat
Look look
I ain't came to make friends
I came to make money
What the bank can't hold
I came to make money
Where my wallet can't even fold
Look look
I came to make money
Got mama living nice
I came to make money
Now that I'm drip out in ice
Got so rich
Suddenly I'm her type
Bad bitches wanna be my wife
I ain't here to play any games
Unless it's spin the bottle
Too see which car I drive or private jet I fly out today
Can't fall in love when there's money to be made
Since I was a jit I wanted millions
Trying to mix love and money and that shit didn't work
And hurts more being broke so I put that love stuff to the side