Money Lyrics – wewantwraiths

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Sorry I ain’t sorry
You think these b!tches love me?
Only ’round me ’cause I’m up. Won’t let you spend my money
When I had nothing, was still cutting in and out of traffic
Used to dream about a foreign. Now, the whips exotic
Yeah

We don’t pay deposit
Launching in this new tiptronic
Long hair like Pocahontas
She gon’ empty out my pockets
Now, I got b!tches phoning me like you don’t ever call me
‘Cause when you left me, it was peak and didn’t wanna know me
Baby, let me show you all the things he never showed you
Fu*k you like I owe you. Really been meaning to call you

You say I can’t afford you
Still I give you what you wanna
Realist is I kinda love it
Haven’t seen your ass since summer

You kinda did the runner
Bouncing ’round with all that bumper
I got my exes vexed with me ’cause I can’t keep a promise
Leicester this ain’t Gotham
My bro. He gon’ stick to robbing
That’s the only way he know to get a little money
But when you lose someone you love
That feeling in your stomach
Knowing that he died alone
I pray he made Shahada
When you left, part of my soul needed readjusting
Nowadays you never know. Tomorrow isn’t promised

I came up from nothing
You won’t hear me ask for nothing

When I’m down bad on my luck, I know these n!ggas love it
I’ve taken many losses. Why I always take precaution
They talk the talk, can’t walk it
That’s when s*it starts getting awkward

Pillow-talking to these hoes. Best keep me out the gossip
I’m just being honest. Bro got one too many bodies
When the money’s running low, you’ll end up spending profit
Where n!ggas make a hundred fold
And still won’t send you nothing

You want me to be sorry. That’s the one thing I won’t say
I’m sorry I ain’t sorry. Certain things won’t be the same

I got no more left to say
I mix Codeine with the pain
Every day is not the same
Without my bros that’s been a way
I sent out like 50k to all my n!ggas that’s in jail
Marlow bought the burner out
Got teeth on him that won’t decay
Remember my first Gucci belt
Italian linen every day
Didn’t know what Louis were
Couldn’t build Rome in a day
She just wants the newest purse
Broski wants a dinner plate
I don’t even want the love
I’m getting used to all the hate
Put on LV shoes like I skate
RSQ3 or the 8
I got bad b!tches from south
I’m with the shooters from L8
We’re making moves and stay up late
‘Cause I’m still choosing to get paid
Had to cut my homie off
‘Cause bro maneuvering like a snake
I’m tired of this talking
Can’t fit this rubber band on this stack
I had to force it
Tryna turn these dingers into Cullinans and Porsches
Broski gonna shoot you first ’cause we ain’t into that bulls*it
Hate when b!tches stay too long
Can’t wait for her to leave
Flexing on her Insta with that s*it she got from me
So much expectations every time I supersede
Bro got segregated ’cause he smoked man on the threes
All the things we never had and now we have what we don’t need
I tell hoes to suck me first
Even hoes deserve to eat
I might spend a monkey first
To test the waters when it’s deep
I can love you ’til it hurts
But it ain’t hard for me to leave
Nought to 60 in this Urus
Let’s go on the count of three
Always seen these bridges burn but it’s never ’cause of me
Go legit
Let’s go to work, but n!ggas rather pick the streets
I lost way too many brothers. Why’d you think we hate police?
Broski loves to sell dope. He gets a dopamine release