Fuckin Money - Problem

Every time I leave the house, I’m tryna make some fucking money

Every time I leave the house, I’m tryna make some fucking money

Every time I leave the house, I’m tryna make some fucking money

Some fucking money, fucking money, fucking money, fucking money

Every time I leave the house, I’m tryna make some fucking money

Every time I leave the house, I’m tryna make some fucking money

Fucking money, fucking money, fucking money, fucking money

Every time I leave the house, I’m tryna make some fucking money

Fucking money, some fucking money

It’s bill time and they nothing for me

Got no time for no fucking dummies

I don’t call 'less you got something for me

This fucking money, this fucking money

That’s all I need, just fucking money

She fuck me cause my fucking money

There’s no need to lie, you don’t fucking love me

Just bend over and I fuck you lovely

And I’ll fucking dip to the fucking money

The harsh truth is so fucking ugly

But fuck that, bitch fuck back

I’m fucked up, yeah yeah yeah

Stressing all for this fucking cash

Man I swear if I hit the stash

It’s gon' be a problem for your funky ass

Every time I leave the house, I’m tryna make some fucking money

Every time I leave the house, I’m tryna make some fucking money

Every time I leave the house, I’m tryna make some fucking money

Some fucking money, fucking money, fucking money, fucking money

Every time I leave the house, I’m tryna make some fucking money

Every time I leave the house, I’m tryna make some fucking money

Fucking money, fucking money, fucking money, fucking money

Every time I leave the house, I’m tryna make some fucking money

Every time they call my phone

They asking me for some fucking money

Any time I don’t give it to 'em

They swear I’m acting so fucking funny

Fucking money, this fucking money

The Devil breathes for this fucking money

Cutting up, she be hella nervy

You don’t burn and bleed for this fucking money

This fucking money, this fucking money

Bitch try to take my fucking money

You nigga try to take my fucking money

Be ready to take these fucking bullets

Cause I fucking pull it for this fucking money

My fucking kids, my fucking family

That’s on my mom, got fucking family

Gotta pull of sticks and fuck your family

She selling weed for that fucking money

He moving Ps for that fucking money

She busting cheques for that fucking money

She’ll fuck her ex for that fucking money

That fucking money, yeah yeah yeah

No sleep for this fucking cash

I fill up another fucking stash

It’s gon' be a problem for your funky ass

Every time I leave the house, I’m tryna make some fucking money

Every time I leave the house, I’m tryna make some fucking money

Every time I leave the house, I’m tryna make some fucking money

Some fucking money, fucking money, fucking money, fucking money

Every time I leave the house, I’m tryna make some fucking money

Every time I leave the house, I’m tryna make some fucking money

Fucking money, fucking money, fucking money, fucking money

Every time I leave the house, I’m tryna make some fucking money