[Intro: 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

[Hook: Q Money]
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!)
Yeah, 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

[Verse 1: Q Money]
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, haha, uh
I been sayin' ain't shit funny, yeah
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
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