When The Money Come Lil Bibby

[verse 1]:

They love me in the hood But they know I gotta leave em
Cut some homies off niggas thinking that I need them
Lil nigga hot but I really don't believe em
Youngings gon shoot so you know I gotta feed em
Traps for no reason
Blow racks for no reason
Gotta feed niggas the crack Cause they fiending
I was out chasing them stacks while they dreaming
They sleep taking them naps cause they leaning
That's how it be though
Niggas like Rico
Ill shooters like shaq with the free throw
With a geek hoe
She a freak though
She'll do anything for the team though
Mama told me boy make that shit
You just wanna be great just face that shit
You keep it real niggas hate that shit
Don't let a nigga tell you that you ain't that shit
And if you ain't got it better take that shit
Bows to the king
Down for the green
20 for the watch
A thou for the jeans
Riding with the thing
Shout outs to the team
Niggas stay down but they gon be straight
They fuck with me now
But that shit so fake
Young nigga eating got a lot on my plate
More money that you make
More nigga gon hate