Neat lyrics

by

Q Money


[Intro]
Think It's A Game?
n*ggas ain't f*ckin' with me, yeah, yeah
n*ggas ain't f*ckin' with me, yeah
n*ggas ain't f*ckin' with me, hahah
It's Q Money, ain't sh*t, yeah

[Hook]
I like my money real neat, just like I like all my freaks
You said you f*ckin with me, I'ma just sip my lil tea
She let me f*ck her for free, she charged your ass a fee
f*ck her on top of the cover, then I still change the sheets
Wrist cost a quarter key, my wrist cost a quarter key, yeah, yeah
I keep the gang with me, cause they gon' bang for me (Keep goin!)
I show my ass out in public
You'd do the same sh*t if you came from nothing
I made it out, n*ggas say I got lucky
I’m doin' my thing, only God can judge me

[Verse 1]
My teachers done flunked me, but now they wanna f*ck me
I’m stuntin', I keep me some bands in the duffle (That's Louis V!)
When I was trappin', I didn’t touch nothing
My lil n*ggas servin' for me on the huffy
b*tch I'm on fire, these hoes wanna puff me
Saint Laurent shades got me feeling like Puffy
Ain't it ironic that hoe called me ugly?
Now ain't it ironic that b*tch wanna f*ck me?
Hoo, hoo, she wanna suck me, hoo, hoo, I'm gettin' money
Yeah, yeah, hah, uh, I been sayin' ain't sh*t funny
I get that bag and I blow that, yeah
Say you get money, then show that, yeah
This is Q Money, not Kodak, yeah
Watch where you bringin' your hoe at, yeah
[Hook]
I like my money real neat, just like I like all my freaks
You said you f*ckin with me, I'ma just sip my lil tea
She let me f*ck her for free, she charged your ass a fee
f*ck her on top of the cover, then I still change the sheets
Wrist cost a quarter key, my wrist cost a quarter key, yeah, yeah
I keep the gang with me, cause they gon' bang for me (Keep goin!)
I show my ass out in public
You'd do the same sh*t if you came from nothing
I made it out, n*ggas say I got lucky
I’m doin' my thing, only God can judge me

[Verse 2]
I used to trap out the corner store
I put the grams on the stove
I know some b*tches that play with their nose
Most of my n*ggas still servin' that dope
When I was servin', fiends blew up my phone
I blew up the pack, I made that sh*t back
Pull up to the trap or wherever I’m at
Don’t bring your phone out when I’m servin' this pack (For real!)
I hit from the back, she gon’ get attached
Why? Cause my di*k just like crack
I look like I dress like I smell like a sack
Why? Cause I got them racks
Hit the club, poppin' Moet, yeah
Hit the strip club and throw it, yeah
You got dope then smoke it, yeah
I'm still pistol totin', yeah
Mama told me stay focused, yeah
Everybody know I'm chosen, yeah
Most of these hoes be bogus, yeah
Cause they don't cop that Lotus, yeah
Pour Champagne on my Rollie, yeah
Dress in all black but I'm still holy, yeah
n*ggas ain't tough, we expose em, yeah
n*gga, you ain't tough, we expose 'em, yeah
[Hook]
I like my money real neat, just like I like all my freaks
You said you f*ckin with me, I'ma just sip my lil tea
She let me f*ck her for free, she charged your ass a fee
f*ck her on top of the cover, then I still change the sheets
Wrist cost a quarter key, my wrist cost a quarter key, yeah, yeah
I keep the gang with me, cause they gon' bang for me (Keep goin!)
I show my ass out in public
You'd do the same sh*t if you came from nothing
I made it out, n*ggas say I got lucky
I’m doin' my thing, only God can judge me

[Outro]
Think It's A Game?
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