Pain & Strife Freddie Gibbs (Ft. Offset)

[Intro: Freddie Gibbs]
Oh, yeah, yeah
You think you could hang with me
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Gotta make that, gotta make that
Gotta make that, gotta make that

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
Gotta make that money, man (That money, man, it's still the same now)
Gotta make that money, man (That money, man, it's still the same now)
Gotta make that money, man (That money, man, it's still the same now, yeah, yeah-yeah)
Gotta make that money, man (That money, man, it's still the same now, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Gotta get down for my thang, I push the button, I'm lane switchin'
Say she wanna look up for some dinner and drinks
But I don't trick off on them lame bitches
If you hurt 'bout that ho then I can't be your thang
Just know that we be fuckin' the same bitches
Most these niggas I know do this shit for the fame
These niggas be rappin', I'm gang spittin'
Said, "These niggas be rappin', I'm gang spittin'"
Gang bangin' (Yeah), I put the 'caine in your Chevrolet
Smokin' on silly Bobby, sittin' sideways
Swivel seat and the center tray
I remember them nights sleepin' on these bitches couches
I might fuck but I never stay
I was drankin' and gettin' blunted on an empty stomach
I was blowin' my life away