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Ok I can't buck my tough luck Just upchucked my damn lunch And dipped the fuck up, out fore they made me wash the dishes Can't afford the check, till my bets make me business If I don't pay the bookie I'll be swimming with the fishes I risked it, I chanced it, my eggs in two baskets It's gon' take years if they ever get to hatching Got debts and finances, despite my work ethic The banks the only one that gives me credit Plus I got a girl that I gotta impress with dates Another girl with expensive taste And none of them ever say "let me pay" Can't fuck wit em if you got empty plates In the city of Miami, what you expect? Where you pay for sex, with extra steps Expensive clothes, shape up, new car With a made up job that don't make no sense (Ha!) Boy you ain't motherfucking brilliant Father please, may I please, pray I make a million So I don't have to stress about finessing all the time And I can spend on dimes instead of smoking dimes Money's the motive Motive for the madness If you don't agree, that because you don't have it Stunting when you know you broke is a habit Stunting when you aint got nothing is a habit Money's the motive Motive for the madness Up up and away with the money for my taxes Stunting when you aint got nothing is a habit Can't secure the bag without the baggage I'm tryna post up (Can I please?) Smoke up (Wait a minute) Hol up, what's in my motherfucking wallet!? Post up (I need to) Smoke up (Can I please?) Hol up, there ain't no money in my pocket Post up (Can I please?) Smoke up (Wait a minute) Hol up, what's in my motherfucking wallet!? Post up (I need to) Smoke up (Can I please?) Hol up, there ain't no money in my pocket Martha, taught me everything I know Martha, taught me how to do blow I used to tell my dealer I would pay him back tomorrow But I'm stressed, cause I got the IRS on notice My pockets light like McCauley Culkin Empty like a home alone and yeah, my pockets noticed Yeah my niggas notice, but my bitches don't know this Paid the check and gave her tip, ain't that shit a bonus? I just got a notice about unpaid shit important My bankroll been ignoring so I hope they don't foreclose it Cause I fuck foreign bitches on the floor, they imported Currency exchange, I think I can afford it I got an empty bank account, but a loaded nine milly That'll solve your problems in a minute Made me run out of hundreds, so now I'm throwing fifties Ain't that a bitch, how I go broke over some titties Post up (Can I please?) Smoke up (Wait a minute) Hol up, what's in my motherfucking wallet!? Post up (I need to) Smoke up (Can I please?) Hol up, there ain't no money in my pocket Post up (Can I please?) Smoke up (Wait a minute) Hol up, what's in my motherfucking wallet!? Post up (I need to) Smoke up (Can I please?) Hol up, there ain't no money in my pocket
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Song Details
- Duration
- 03:25
- Key
- 11
- Tempo
- 154 BPM