Letras
For the love of the money, these niggas switch up on they men
For the love of the money, I'll have you thinkin' I'm your friend
Smilin' in your face, while my niggas spinnin
Blood cousin with it riding
Not my homie that's my twin
Uncle tweakin' off the boat like, where we at, where we at
If I want your shit, it's mine, nigga
Got no choice but to adapt
Why you think I be in black
The hunger for money a tentacle that's why we seem attached
Uh, yeah
Janky business in person, we never leave receipts paper that you never leave a tip on
This rappin' just a hobby, I got options I don't even need a beat
We not the same, cause these some shoes you never slip on
But versus me, you see defeat
Undertaker tryin' to keep the streak alive
Since I lost my father, I be numb whenever people die
Lookin' up the men and only see the sky
Young and hungry, so they tried to feed me lies
Tried to tell you niggas why y'all be surprised
Call me Cole, I had no role models
Pacify my demons in a section, coppin' four bottles
Pressure comin' full throttle, nigga
She for sure swallow, nigga
When it come to fans, I bet that yours follow niggas
When I kill you on your feature
Knives was confiscated in my classes by the teachers
Try to tell them that they robbin' round the way, uh
Only link at night, these hoes don't get the time of day, uh
Straight path on paper, golden child was led astray
But luckily I found a way
But luckily I found a way
Found a way, uh
I found a way
First of all, we got a boss up
Get the fuck out of Maryland
We gon' get this money for real
Niggas out there in Texas, nigga
Niggas out there in Cali, nigga, man, New York
We can go anywhere, bruh, anywhere but here, man
There's nothin' here for us, you know what I'm sayin
You know what I'm sayin
Gotta get the fuck up outta Maryland