f*ck Shopping lyrics

[Hook – West & Starlito]
I just took the profit, said f*ck shopping
Then doubled up on everything that I was copping
My young n*gga hit me talking bout some robins
Next week I heard that he was back robbing

You got to stack it up and make it count
I know one bad lick’ll take you out
Buying brand names that you can’t pronounce
I take that same thing and put it in my account

[Verse 1 – Quanie Cash]
I been swerving all day through this traffic
You don’t know the risk I took to get this bread I’m stacking
Can’t explain the reason I’m strapped with this automatic
Before I let you kill me them people gone have to grab me
Know n*ggas rather rob and hustle, but please don’t jack me
I’m scared of what I might do back, I’m talking closed casket
b*tch blowing up my phone, she’s a money bandit
I remember when I was broke and she couldn’t stand me
I was on the corner serving work up out the plastic
Now they say that I move weight, that’s what rumor has it
Can’t be stupid with that bread, I’m smart enough to stash it
If you had money for a minute then you Quanie Cashing

[Hook]
[Verse 2 - West]
Whole summer it been dry, I been moving packs
Pinch hitter, I got n*ggas who think they up to bat
I front that sh*t out to my people, let em double tax
AF2O got that work, now who the f*ck is that?
Same team still thugging since my younger days
Hustle don’t f*ck with everybody, stuck in his ways
I guess my ways kept me safe, guess it’s safe to say
Hey I was putting n*ggas on, you was catching plays
Difference between me and you, you ain’t what you say
Keep this between me and you, I said that in your face
So many diamonds in my watch my jewler lost count
Hey I was building on my brand, you was missing out

[Hook]

[Verse 3 – Starlito]
I lost my money like a goddamn [?] so many times that I went crazy
Never count on anybody that I know to owe me something
Like ay homie, when you gon pay me?
They tryna get in front of me, won’t nobody throw me nothing like
Damn, I should’ve been saving
All this young n*gga sh*t, I done that sh*t, Lito, brought up in the 80s
Versace, Versace, no not me n*gga
My n*ggas gon chop up this profit
I get off the road, I make a deposit
I’m tryna put my lil cousin through college
Damn right I got it, it’s staying right in pocket
Paying all these bonds so ho your nails might not get polished
Grind hard when I’m [?]
Ain’t sh*t changed, I’m the same n*gga
I didn’t have a dollar to my name n*gga
You the type to go broke and then blame n*ggas
I did three shows in the same ‘fit
FILA bro, I can’t change n*gga
Hustle man, Quanie Cash, Lito giving you the game n*gga
Make it count
[Hook]