Young Stone
That money, baby (a million times)
Run into that money, baby, uh
Ayy
(Let's go)

Gotta cut the lights off when it's time to slide (yeah, uh)
The murderers I hang around, they got me traumatized (why?)
The life I live, I see a killin', I won't say a thang (I won't)
X out the witness on a mission, he won't say my name (gon' blow)
Apartment buildin', daddy hustlin', he was sellin' 'caine (snow)
The bitch I'm dealin' with, she hurt me, ever felt some pain?
That struggle made me harder, mama gettin' fed up (up)
Lookin' out the window, tryna keep my head up
My partner don't take care of his kids, I said you gotta man up
That made him mad but I'd be wrong if I never said none (for real)
Don't got no love for those who left me, now we ain't speakin'
Your partner dead, you know who did it, so why he still breathin'?
Your bitch got caught textin' a nigga, she said that ain't cheatin'
Nigga, you crazy if you fall for that 'cause that ho sneaky

I just wanna take the time out, to tell you I'm down
And I'm gon' keep it real
And yeah, I know it hurt to find out, that they was lyin' 'bout
Feelin' the way you feel
But you gotta suck it up (up), toughen up (toughen up)
Gon' get that money, baby, we gon' run it up
My dawg crossed me, now he miss me, yeah, he knew what it was
I stayed solid from the jump, yeah, I'm so tired of broken love

Big Sam told me when they painted you a picture
Don't let 'em paint you another picture (why?)
Sayin' I switched sides, but you fuck with who tried to get me hit (yeah)
Fake friends smilin' in my face, wanna send it at my temple (grrah)
Package on my cap, will get me whacked and re-correct my dentures (let's go)
They did not believe what I was meant to be when I was little (up there)
They did not believe that I would one day get us out these trenches
Grandmother tellin' me, they play with me to put 'em out they misery (come here)
My mama sold pussy, I'm just pretendin' like I wasn't lookin' (I wasn't lookin')
Maybe that's the only reason that I always fall in love with hookers (yeah)
Standin' in the kitchen, fuckin' dope up, tryna learn to cook (a million times)
I know this bitch gon' fuck one of my partners, I go back to jail
I don't get a bond, just hold it down, I come home we gon' share

I just wanna take the time out, to tell you I'm down
And I'm gon' keep it real (ayy)
And yeah, I know it hurt to find out, that they was lyin' 'bout
Feelin' the way you feel
But you gotta suck it up (up), toughen up (toughen up)
Gon' get that money, baby, we gon' run it up
My dawg crossed me, now he miss me, yeah, he knew what it was
I stayed solid from the jump, yeah, I'm so tired of broken love

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Writer(s): Kevin Gates, Melvin Noble, Robert Earl Stovall