[Intro]
Yeah we gon call this stadium music, ya nahmean, I think that’s how, ya nahmean, Atlanta appropriate
30 you a fool for this one
[Chorus]
Money don’t make you real, no
Money don’t make a nigga real, I was real as fuck when I ain’t have shit (yeah yeah)
I ain’t took a loss since my nigga Vick was quarterbackin’ for the Falcons (yeah yeah)
When I needed me a spot to hide it, I would stash the shit in the mattress (woo oh oooh)
And I ain’t start until I jumped off the porch, felt like I was fast yeah
I lost my freedom and grandma the same year (the same year)
I got back out, made a million the same year (same year)
My record like that gun, boy that pistol clean (fa-fa-fa)
Can’t mix feelings wit yo business, ain’t no in between
[Verse 1]
Ain’t no in between when we fuckin’ baby (ain't no in between)
I hit dance moves in that pussy like I’m Usher Raymond (like I'm Usher baby)
Bih grab on my chain, scream Rich Homie Baby (rich homie baby)
Talk is cheap so we have million dollar conversations
Police tried to judge me 'cause I swerve
I done relapsed on the drink
Got a nigga slurrin’ ‘bout his words
They can’t understand a thing I say
Got some niggas waitin’ on the work
Waitin' for me to put them thangs in motion
Concentration stuck on the money, tunnel vision gotta stay focused
When I was locked in jail I had a motive, get the money never go broke
Gotta start livin’ by that quote, since then I done made the most
Since then I done had to prove it, hater wrong, they said I couldn’t do it
Give it all gas and I damn near bust the motor (that right too)
Yeah we gon call this stadium music, ya nahmean, I think that’s how, ya nahmean, Atlanta appropriate
30 you a fool for this one
[Chorus]
Money don’t make you real, no
Money don’t make a nigga real, I was real as fuck when I ain’t have shit (yeah yeah)
I ain’t took a loss since my nigga Vick was quarterbackin’ for the Falcons (yeah yeah)
When I needed me a spot to hide it, I would stash the shit in the mattress (woo oh oooh)
And I ain’t start until I jumped off the porch, felt like I was fast yeah
I lost my freedom and grandma the same year (the same year)
I got back out, made a million the same year (same year)
My record like that gun, boy that pistol clean (fa-fa-fa)
Can’t mix feelings wit yo business, ain’t no in between
[Verse 1]
Ain’t no in between when we fuckin’ baby (ain't no in between)
I hit dance moves in that pussy like I’m Usher Raymond (like I'm Usher baby)
Bih grab on my chain, scream Rich Homie Baby (rich homie baby)
Talk is cheap so we have million dollar conversations
Police tried to judge me 'cause I swerve
I done relapsed on the drink
Got a nigga slurrin’ ‘bout his words
They can’t understand a thing I say
Got some niggas waitin’ on the work
Waitin' for me to put them thangs in motion
Concentration stuck on the money, tunnel vision gotta stay focused
When I was locked in jail I had a motive, get the money never go broke
Gotta start livin’ by that quote, since then I done made the most
Since then I done had to prove it, hater wrong, they said I couldn’t do it
Give it all gas and I damn near bust the motor (that right too)
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