Scammers Jackboys Robbers! (OG) Autumn!

[Intro]
Quit n*gga

[Chorus]
Ha, last year, I was—, wait (Psh), wait a minute, that was years ago
I used to be broke as fuck, down bad, but that was years ago
I just seen this one bitch, think I hit, but that was years ago
Niggas always got they hand out, that shit so pitiful
Bitch, 'round here, we got that type of money that be plentiful
We the type to fuck them ratchet hoes and curb a centerfold
7.62s gon' send his ass straight to the clinical
Niggas be talkin' shit, but owe you money, that shit typical
Bitch, I give a fuck, if it's ten dollars, it's the principle
I remember juggin' for them iPhones off of Visible
I hang with the scammers, jackboy, robbеrs, I like criminals
Tryna step away from crime but, damn, thеm checks be lookin' so printable

[Verse 1]
My bank can't tell if my money dirty or clean, that shit so mixable
I order thirty thousand, but I need twenty thousand additional
She cappin' for the live, say I ain't fuck, but that shit fictional
You say you don't do it for the money, what you in it for?

[Bridge]
You say you don't do it for the money, what you in it for?