Makin’ G’s Fat Trel

Sample: Makin G's, ma-makin g's, makin g's, ma-makin g's, ma-makin g's, ma-makin g's, half a million dollars, half a million dollars, half a million dollars on my lap, on my lap

Verse 1:
I'm all about my bacon-cheese, I told that money, "wait for me."
Foolin out from A-Z, so basically don't play with me
Smoke a bowl, cookin coke, fuckin hoes in vacancy
Stash house from Cali to Raleigh belong to Crazy G
Good police and fake police, you hate police, I pay police
Either or I even score, I bring in more you pay for lease
They compare my weed stinks to deceased arm pits
Fire arms, muscle up, south beach, I fucked it up
Hotel erotica, VH1 exotica
Rental yacht, Key West, call that pussy Nautica
Man, I swear all I got is a Goddess
Stop to acknowledge her
Pradas on my property, lotta cheese and broccoli
Fake tits, fake lips, I just call her counterfeit
Put her down, pick her up, it's back to who I found her with
Haitian leaves, wrapping Jamaican trees
Haters prey on me cause I be makin G's
Nigga we be...

Hook:
Makin G's, ma-makin g's, makin g's, ma-makin g's, ma-makin g's, ma-makin g's, half a million dollars, half a million dollars, half a million dollars on my lap, on my lap

Verse 2:
All this money got me rollin with them fly bitches
Do or die bitches, them ain't yours, you a liar, them is my bitches
I got a white bitch, I got a dyke bitch
I got a love to shoot dice, love to fight bitch
I got a love to mix the lean with the sprite bitch
Sorry baby, I can't make it, got another flight bitch
But you know what? But you know what?
Man all them bitches...