Now and Laters/Pineapple Fanta Teiji Mack (Ft. Ron Wise, Sir Macsamillion & $pidey Tha God)

[Intro]

[Verse 1: Sir Macsamillion]
Money ministries, got me worshipping the Lord of dollars
Make yo main dame holler
And you know she want me 'cus the flow tighter than a ziplock
Better stare in the mirror and watch your mouth before you get popped
I'm all in for this music shit you feel me
And if you can't accept that, then shoot me and kill me 'cus
I know my soul going to where Michael live now
Your girl calling me baby, I wear a bib now
But I'm bouta kick her to the curb
She talking about kids now
Rather sit in my room, record music, and make beats
And slip up somewhere in between the sheets
I got destiny, out of me, and my sis
I'm the younger child you see
If I could describe my childhood, I'd say ShamWow
Soaking this game up, 'till I get famous, just like Amos
But, I ain't tryna be known for packaging cookies
But just from making this music and money and killing some pussy, nigga

[Hook]
Get on your job you be hustling all night
But I still get more money when I'm on my 9-5
Niggas fill their rhymes up with 94 lies
But your 94 lines can't match one of mine