"Can't get a job, hustle for the money You ain't gettin' bitches if you ain't got money Now ain't that funny Money is my God, I worship money Money is my Lord, ain't life hard When your ass broke Can't get a job so you try to sell coke Life ain't a joke, I know what it's 'bout You can't trap coke in the motherfuckin' drought Put your fingers up, scream fuck love Cause love get you killed so you better use a glove And when I say glove, I'm talking about that rubber Check that bitch mouth, man, before that bitch suck you And if that bitch fuck you, you tell the whole world Run your mouth like a bitch and a lil' ass girl If that bitch fuck a lot that don’t make her a slut If that bitch hate rubbers then that ho is a bust"












