n*gga Wit Money lyrics

[Hook]
Work on the kitchen table
Where the bags at
Work on the kitchen table
Where the bags at
Work on the kitchen table
Where the bags at
Work, work
I'm a n*gga with money
I'm a n*gga with money
I'm a n*gga with money
And I don't love that b*tch
I tell her; b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, make me rich
I'm a n*gga with money
And I don't love that b*tch

[Verse 1]
Yeah
Backpack
Full of stacks
All the b*tches love me
Don't compare me
To these rappers
I'm on a different budget
I ain't even gotta practice
Never getting rusty
No I ain't lookin down
But I see no one above me
The paper bag brown, wit dirty green money
The bank account good, full of clean money
f*ck chain money
I blow ring money
I got that motherf*ckin never-see-the-bank money
Magazine money
Do a spread on me
And you can turn your back, but never turn the Feds on me
Read the note attached: We got ya lil homey
We need bread homey, or that's ya dead homey
I'm like a Corleone, meet the f*cking mob
I can get you whacked, or give your ass a job
Weezy F B
I holla CMB
Coca Cola classic, caffeine free
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Stop playing with me, stop playing with me b*tch
Stop playing with me, stop playing with me b*tch
I'm a cash money stunner on my 14th summer
di*k a b*tch down and take everything from her
Now run to the kitchen, I ain't hungry, I ate
b*tch put 36 O's on my plate
See my pa was cooking slabs while my mom was cooking dinner
See my momma is a chef and my daddy was a dealer
Grandaddy was a dealer and my auntie is a killer
I hope she know I love her, pray the pigs never get her
My brother still a baby, and my uncle kinda raised me
Y'all pray for his wife, cause that cancer sh*t is crazy
And my daughter's so smart that it scares me
Her mother is an angel, she's always there for me
And me, I'm just wild; I think I need therapy
Because I'm going after that money, no matter where it be

[Hook]/[Intro to "Myspace"]