B Like - Skeme

Why all these niggas stay hating on a boy

Can’t a young nigga get money anymore?

Why none of these rap niggas be 100 anymore

I just say fuck it and pull up in something colder than before

Pedal to the floor, gas, no brakes when I’m dipping

No you don’t want issues, why the hell is niggas tripping

You comparing us, something wrong with your vision

I make money, money don’t make me, that be the difference

Glasses from my neck to my toes

Still got the plug do whatever for the low

Skinny pimp got that hustle and flow

If you tryna get paid then I’m the nigga you should know

I keep it G like that

Kill shit, like I borrowed some of TI’s straps

Money made the whole world, look at me like that

Can’t explain how I do it, it just be like that

It just be like that, it just be like that

If I ever take a break on the cake know I be right back

It sound brazy but it be like that, it’s something real though

Red diamonds in the Rolex, my prezzy got a mad face

Money raised, guess I’ll never come in last place

Mike can make the beat that make her ass shake

I turn her to the max like I’m tryna make the glass break

That’s just the type of shit I be on

Blood money, you ain’t made it, nothing do what we on

Same nigga they would sleep on be the one that’s stacking dollars to infinity

and beyond

And now I eat with niggas that’ll starve with me

From no hoes and shows to ménage in suites

See baby Skeme be that nigga that be hard to meet

Getting head from girls that used to hardly speak

On the checks made 25 A

25 hours every day straight

If you ain’t getting money get up out the way

By any means necessary, get the cake, wait

See I’m a nigga with money and I don’t love that bitch

But tell me how you love that shit

I’m the type to hold 100 racks, count it right in front that bitch

Tell her ass I’ll kill her if she touch that shit