Fred Money


Mm that was crazy, your money, you know I love the sidespins 
When nigga is staling bars around and gettin’ busy 
This got me right and it’s hard to stay for that man 
You with me?
Let’s get to it

(Hook)
I want you bitch het in here and I’mma give you the head’s up 
Hit it with the leg up, guess I had to leg up 
Bout you with all those feelings and fed up 
And I’m giving you the heads up 
Even thou my bread’s up 
You can get your motherfucker ear boss
Even the box will hurt so they doggin’ and try to snitch that nigga head up 

(Verse)
Left, left open like a suitcase 
Kickin’ on his mother for my shoe taste 
Looking at me with that screw face 
Get you chock how you looking like a smurf with that blue face 
I’m cally with the bally and the belly got a new place 
Think about how they get some new cakes 
Staying at the stars on the roof for the new rife 
 Man you a bird, you flowing in a palm since you got it a new cliche 
I’m a defended, I never lost, you know I have to tight like __________(?)
Look I’ve been giving down and had that shit so cute, let me wan out 
Try to get your wife on Skype but I’m ‘bout to make a sign out 
Nigga what you cry about?
When I pour mind out, shawty say “Uh let me find out”
Cut in there and she was like “Please climb out, I’mma really need a time out”

(Hook)

(Verse)
I told that hit back, smoke that pist ‘til I get it hell back 
Niggas know the ball street, thinking botu the both slight piece 
Bet fax, I was in school with nine in the back pack 
It was Matt Black, my favorite gun at that time 
Til I got that mac 
I won’t just rap, rap 
With a nigga like you will get the picture like a snap back 
I can get it back, get glance back 
Like prr of we just snap back 
Let me back trap, it’s just night crap 
Put the rapper in the back like rap snaps 
You need, you need some bush at your ass 
And get lot of flap jack 
All these skinny girls in the word, don’t listen to that 
Crap, but listen to this , if I get with a chick, she’ll think it’s a bitch 
Put the track back 
I want the bitch get ahead and I’mma give you the heads up 

(Hook)

(Verse)
No G. code, I go beat slow every time I have to beat on 
Ready for the war like I came throw this face store 
Pains if this take zone 
Ah, but I’ll do, I’mma keep goin’, keep a new pair of sneaks on 
 In the studio ACRA and not wander that they try to get the hit on 
Bring the mack to the mother house x 2 
The mac in his mother mouth 
Yeah what if their mother will be muggin out?
Sound like some shit that came from my brother mouth 
But I’m still run up on you all
I’m dope, I’m zup, I ain’t try to hug it out 
Yo, I don’t give a fuck about 
No bitch but you know what I love about 
Yo bitch, I love your mouth 
You try to make some babies, I try to make her suck a mou 
Cut it off !

(Hook)