Chorus:
Now how u gon tell me you dont love me no more (How you gon tell me that?)
Cuz Im out here getting this bread (You hatin on this paper chase?)
Tryna get my Momma a crib (Shit dont even sound right)
Tryna get up out the ghetto
Now how the Hood talkin bout they dont need me no more
(Whatchu want me stuck in the ghetto, listen imma get out)
Cuz a mufucka push that GT
(Then you what, Imma come back for the niggas need to be reached for)
Its a problem tryna take that from me
(You niggas is slippin)
Cuz im packin heavy metal uhhuh
I hear the streets talking funny (shit)
So I laugh (haha) tell em keep talking funny (keep talking funny)
Imma keep talking money (yup)
And all different types (what)
The yens and the pounds (pounds)
Nigga just for spite push, the Bentley round town (sparrows)
Tripin in ice I still be up town (Harlem)
I hear em kicking up dirt on my name (so what)
But I could clean em up like detergent on a stain
Or ill beam em up we got birdies on the chain (easy)
Respect my mind or respect my grind (cause what)
Gone to the bank when its cheque signing time (okay)
Its Tito Borough when its jet flying time (clear-port)
And we so thorough we the set fly or die (Dip Set)
The bitches funny Im talking bout life (yup)
It was Sunday to Sunday on New Yorks chilly nights (thats right)
And we was hungry nauseas for a bite
But if the worlds apple pie of course you want a slice (yup)
Chorus
Now how u gon tell me you dont love me no more (hoe you gon tell me that
Cuz Im out here getting this bread (you hatin on this paper chase)
Tryna get my Momma a crib
Tryna get up out the ghetto
How the Hood Talkin bout they dont need me no more
Cuz a mufucka push that GT
Its a problem tryna take that from me
Cuz im packin (Jones) heavy metal uhhuh
Heard somebody speak my name, but death was next to it (pray for me)
My next breath was lets do it (kid)
Got me runnin through the game with my vest and my best shooters (whos next)
Best of event VVS and best ya jewellers (new year)
Nigga outta lame ya shit, gets chewed up (get em)
And im tryna kill the pain with like two sluts (whats up baby)
Use to say money aint a thang to I blew up (what)
Then moneys everything, but that thang can break your crew up (true stills)
Where did love go? (where)
And where does that leave us? (where we at)
They holdin grudges on how they receive us (fa sho)
And show the judges on how they perceive us
Hate to see a thug Nigga whip the forein features (ballin)
Secretarys that Condoleza (yup)
Cash first, secondary we use the visa (uh huh)
Blast first, never worry about police cuffs (nope)
Ya either leave us or you free us
I need money!
Chorus:
Now how u gon tell me you dont love me no more
Cuz Im out here getting this bread
Tryna get my Momma a crib
Tryna get up out the ghetto
How the Hood talkin bout they dont need me no more
Cuz a mufucka push that GT
Its a problem tryna take that from me
Cuz Im packin heavy metal
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