Testo I Got Money Now - Live - Deante' Hitchcock feat. JID
Testo della canzone I Got Money Now - Live (Deante' Hitchcock feat. JID), tratta dall'album Deante' Hitchcock: Live from Quarantine
Whoa, whoa, whoa, okay, okay
Shut the fuck up, I got money now, I said
Shut the fuck up, ay!
Okay, uh, okay, uh, okay, look
Remember they told me that I wouldn't get it
Then I went and got it (hey, okay)
I ain't have shit but lint in my pockets, shawty
I was havin' withdrawals, now I'm at the bank
And I'm makin' deposits, nigga
Shout out to 50, boy, get rich or die tryin'
Ain't no other option, I gotta go get it
Remember my mom bein' broke as the joke
Pay the rent with the light bill, shawty
They cut off the lights, it was dark at the house
But I knew I was bright still, shawty
They cut off the heat and my heart got cold
I'm talkin' 'bout ice chills, shawty
I knew I was great, even though niggas hated
I made it like Mike WiLL, shawty
Went from eatin' on ramen to gettin' it poppin'
Can't take shit for granted, you know how we rockin'
Made it look easy, like Straight Outta Compton
Now I'm on go, ain't no motherfuckin' stoppin'
See what I saw comin' up from the bottom
Made me a menace like Dennis, no Rodman
Gettin' the shit, ain't no mo'fuckin' problem
Said, "Get 'em," I got 'em, quit fuckin' around
Nigga, fire the-
For all of the times we were late on the rent at the first of the-
It was PB and J every day, now we eatin' on conch for lunch
Now I walk in the store with my momma and tell her to buy what she want
I ain't hearin' that shit that you talkin' 'bout
Shut the fuck up, I got money now, bitch
Okay, okay, okay
Shut the fuck up, I got money now, bitch
Ay, look
I ain't had no money, my niggas was hungry
My pockets was empty like Chick-fil-A, Sunday
My future was pretty, my past was ugly
But now I'm back in my bag, lil' buddy
We got the shit out the mo'fuckin' muddy
We wasn't the freshest, but we wasn't bummy
Shit ain't no joke when your money be funny
So I had to jump in the game like Jumanji
I ain't had no money to help out my momma
That shit had me frustrated, shawty
Lookin' back at the sack at the end of the month
Nigga, we just made it, shawty
Now the baddest bitches be tryna fuck
Get them all butt naked, shawty
I ain't even tryna fuck on my ex no more
Tell that bitch I done upgraded
Find out what I was worth when I put on the tax
Built my foundation, no Fenty, no MAC
Stay out the way, go get money, and stack
But if my momma still workin', I can not relax
These niggas goofy, I'm turnt to the max
I got your babe by my side, word to Zack
And I'm with Von, Quez, Dre, and Mac
Nigga, we done bein' broke, we ain't goin' back
Nigga, fire the blunt
All of the times we were late on the rent at the first of the month
It was PB and J every day, now we eatin' on conch for lunch
Now I walk in the store with my momma and tell her to buy what she want
I ain't hearin' that shit that you talkin' 'bout
Shut the fuck up, I got money now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay, okay
Shut the fuck up, I got money now
Ay, I got-, gotta rap that nigga JID verse one time
Yeah, look, look, yeah (yeah)
'Member we stayed in the 'partment
The house was provided by government (ay)
And my cousin them slept on the couch with the oven open
Bitch, it felt like The Revenant
Get the covers and read a new covenant, cut the shit
I've been fuckin' the shit out my bucket list
Drop my nuts on the lips of a lusty bitch
For the love of the money, I'm bussin'
Who tryna take it from me?
Shit, I'ma need commissary
If you come for the commas, the consequences
Very common sense to tell 'em
Comin' from never havin' shit is scary as killin' a bear
The frigidity is a bitch, Will Perry in a six
An enigma nigra in a tinted Benz
I done missed the pen, then I gripped the pen
Niggas slit me in, nigga, this revenge
Fuck what they talkin'
I got a driver, but I was just walkin'
I'm a survivor like Jigga, lil' shawty
But I was the littlest pick of the litter with shit on my paw
Not at the top, so if I ever drop, I ain't goin' to fall
But we goin' far as forever, infinity, it ain't no quittin' in me
Hold that thought
Nigga, fire the blunt
For all of the times we were late on the rent at the first of the month
It was PB and J every day, now we eatin' on conch for lunch, ay
Now I walk in the store with my momma and tell her to buy what she want
I ain't hearin' that shit that you talkin' 'bout
Shut the fuck up, I got money now, bitch
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Writer(s): Charles Stepney, Dick Rudolph, Eric Lamar Biddines, Destin Route, Matthew A Kahane
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