I told y'all n*ggas I ain't never going broke
Who the f*ck you think I do it for?
You never will 'cause I know you won’t
I get the money ho, northside get the money ho
TMS, yeah, uh
Glasses in the air, I’m just happy that you came
I’m swagging on the couch while I sip the Perrier
I be feeling like Cube, today was a good day
Life is like a fight, got to move around the ring
Married to the street, liquor stores and Vera Wang
Transactions on the street like the currency exchange
Still the same n*gga with the hand-me-down chains
Youngin the corner with the hand-me-down fame
All about my coffee I ain’t never had a bean
Nowadays a n*gga all about his cream
Don't get too Atlanta brave, pus*y step up to the plate
Before you swing away EMS is on the way
Life ain’t nothing but pus*y and cocaine
Royalty in my veins, I ain't’ never claim King
Never rode a wave, never was one to surf
Real n*gga sh*t, that killing sh*t wouldn't work
Negatives get exposed, try to paint the perfect picture
Hard to keep it real with glitches in your film
f*ck a deck of cards, n*gga, I just wanna deal
f*ck a deck of cards, n*gga, I'm just on a deal
f*ck MCs and they say they got skills
He's alright but he’s not real
I’m a killer my n*gga so don't tempt me
Make my eyes on the V-12 with the keyless entry
Northside get the money ho
Told ya'll n*ggas I ain't never going broke
I never will 'cause I know won't
What the f*ck you think I do it for
North side get the money ho
North side get the money ho
North side get the money ho
I never will 'cause I know you n*ggas won't
Me and myself and I
Barely look in the mirror look in her eyes
Uh, I give her a surprise
Uh, look in the mirror, barely look in her eyes
No lying in the heart, n*ggas hug on your pride
I pray for you I hope you only survive
I don’t mind the truth in a room full of lies
What the realest deny
If you knew better, you do better
Six hundred dollars for a new sweater
Know better, do better
Six hundred dollars, n*gga, for a new sweater
And that was no effort
If you knew better, you'd do better
So can I talk my sh*t?
Can I move around the city with something so sediddy with the top down V-twizzy
These n*ggas don’t get me
f*ck that, they never will
This sh*t don’t make sense like paper money
I pay my own way nobody payin for me
I talk my sh*t, northside get the money ho
I told y'all I’m never going broke
I never will 'cause I know I won’t
Who the f*ck you think I do it for?
Who the f*ck you think I do it for?
I told y'all I ain’t going broke
I never will. No I won’t
Oh yeah
Northside get the money ho
Can I talk my sh*t?
Pesos, The Ocho
We gon' leave it right there, ooooo