[Intro] Isn't it ironic, all you wanna do is smoke chronic
[Hook] You better get up, get out and get money Get money, get money Get money, get money Get money, get money Could spend your whole life tryna get high Get high, get high Get high, get high Get high, get high If ain't nothin' else you get from it Get from it, get from it Get from it, get from it Get from it, get from it Could spend your whole life tryna get by Get by, get by Get by, get by Get by, get by
[Verse 1] This for the niggas that be lookin' for a handout Yeah he used to be a standout Now he ain't got a pot to piss in Prolly cause his plans didn't pan out The type of nigga, if he see your weed layin' on the table He'll prolly take a gram out And they're always tal'm 'bout How they own the hood, nigga this is Uncle Sam's house Man, all they do is shoot dice He already got two strikes Flex a nigga for like two pints Mixed it with the Mountain Dew, he don't do Sprite "They say young nigga, man you're too bright Are you ever gonna do right? Before I do 20 years I'll work a 9 to 5, sit back and have a cool life Ah I get it, y'all don't think it's cool to have a job Fuck what these rap niggas tal'm 'bout Ain't nothin' cool about the mob My nigga Trey robbed a Mexican Now the cartel shootin' at his car All for a necklace And a couple pair of shoes at the mall Smokin' all your weed up Fuckin' up your re-up Mad cause the girl that I'm with Got a 43 butt and a B cup Boy you're still stayin' at your mama's house You won't even help your mama out Now you're at your baby mama's crib And she even got you sleepin' on the couch
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[Verse 2] Niggas in the pen fuck with me Cause I'm tryna keep their sons out of prison Grew up with some real hitmen That'd put James Bond out of business Pullin' wisdom out my gums like a dentist Same joint, on a mission, kept a gun in detention I was run to my decisions That I made when I was young cause my dumb intuitions now It's become an epidemic Every young white supremacist and they come with no witness now It's your own homeboy Snitchin' in his deposition so the judge cut his sentence down You've been gone for a minute now Shit, where's all the women now? It's funny how y'all didn't work out Suddenly she all into bitches now Shawty it was all good When he was buyin' all the red bottoms But truth be told You the reason why the Feds got him Then take care of your little spoiled ass Before the shots she was sorta bad You couldn't even afford a bag Before the cash he was lower class You ask him for a stack, he give you more than that Makin' plays, runnin' routes for the quarterback All in Virginia with the Georgia tags Somethin' like Russell Simmons and Kimora had Thought it was real but it was monetary Won't even put no money on his commissary If your homegirl a ho, you an honorary Waitin' on allowance from a nigga, broke bitch
[Hook] Genius Annotation 1 Contributor?
Gold digger's are never welcome in hip hop, but in this case the girl has played a long game. She was with this guy before he made money in the streets, but now that he has some hood fame and some money, her hand is in his wallet
Cyhi has expressed his dichotomy with money on “Woopty Doo”, but here he is more ambiguous, rather than name checking himself he uses a third person to describe how money can change a person and bring about their downfall Upvote Downvote Share Reply