Neat - Q Money

Think It’s A Game?

Niggas ain’t fuckin' with me, yeah, yeah

Niggas ain’t fuckin' with me, yeah

Niggas ain’t fuckin' with me, hahah

It’s Q Money, ain’t shit, yeah

I like my money real neat, just like I like all my freaks

You said you fuckin with me, I’ma just sip my lil tea

She let me fuck her for free, she charged your ass a fee

Fuck 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 shit if you came from nothing

I made it out, niggas say I got lucky

I’m doin' my thing, only God can judge me

My teachers done flunked me, but now they wanna fuck 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 niggas servin' for me on the huffy

Bitch 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 bitch wanna fuck me?

Hoo, hoo, she wanna suck me, hoo, hoo, I’m gettin' money

Yeah, yeah, hah, uh, I been sayin' ain’t shit 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

I like my money real neat, just like I like all my freaks

You said you fuckin with me, I’ma just sip my lil tea

She let me fuck her for free, she charged your ass a fee

Fuck 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 shit if you came from nothing

I made it out, niggas say I got lucky

I’m doin' my thing, only God can judge me

I used to trap out the corner store

I put the grams on the stove

I know some bitches that play with their nose

Most of my niggas still servin' that dope

When I was servin', fiends blew up my phone

I blew up the pack, I made that shit 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 dick 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

Niggas ain’t tough, we expose em, yeah

Nigga, you ain’t tough, we expose 'em, yeah

I like my money real neat, just like I like all my freaks

You said you fuckin with me, I’ma just sip my lil tea

She let me fuck her for free, she charged your ass a fee

Fuck 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 shit if you came from nothing

I made it out, niggas say I got lucky

I’m doin' my thing, only God can judge me

Think It’s A Game?