West Coast Wave - Max B

I’m just tryna fuck with the hoe, oh no, no, no, no

Better not fuck with my hustle

I’m a pimp baby I stay on the grind

Fuck these niggas and these bitches, keep money on my mind

I be tryna rake up the dough, dough, oh, oh, no, no

Nigga fuck with my money I’ll cut you

Nigga better gimme every dime

'Cause nigga I got that money on my mind

What’s the day that you was born (God bless)

I love my family, I love my music more than I love wakin' up in the morn'

When niggas stopping my cheese

Lukewarm niggas, I’m hotter than sand beach when it’s 90 degrees

Ain’t no stopping my gang

I average a tripe-double, my Jimmy trouble, niggas can only hope to contain

I can come around and spray and then throw it in your brain

How many niggas that got a better style

You thought I was good before, you say I’m better now

Waving the P-89 and the grey Beretta round

Better duck when I pull it, I leave ya eardrum dipping

I be flipping, getting money and steady tip-tipping

I’m the closest nigga to B-I

Plus I possess of the swag with six series C-I

Drunk in the club, Jimmy better come and get him, he high

Please, don’t let that muthafucka drive

I’m just tryna fuck with the hoe, oh no, no, no, no

Better not fuck with my hustle

I’m a pimp baby I stay on the grind

Fuck these niggas and these bitches, keep money on my mind

I be tryna rake up the dough, dough, oh, oh, no, no

Nigga fuck with my money I’ll cut you

Nigga better gimme every dime

'Cause nigga I got that money on my mind