[Intro: Keithisjust]
Ayy, nigga
[Verse 1: Keithisjust]
If I hear Money callin', I gotta stay awake
Don't burn a bridge, I'm still walkin' 'cause I played the game
I was in [?], we was eatin' off of paper plates
Now a nigga life so blessed, forget to say my grace
Niggas got negative energy, so I stay away
I'm showin' so much love in my city, but that shit filled with hate
And you ain't play no games in the block, you tryna make a way
Like R.I.P my young nigga George, how you fade away?
I was tryna get mine, you had to pay to play
It had me out there in home, tryna make it shake
Niggas tell me get it, I got it, you just gon' make it rain?
When I stack it up, I build shit up and you down and complainin'
[Chorus: Money Montage & Keithisjust]
New money, new Louis V sweatsuit
Don't get out of line, I ain't easy to get next to
Bloopers on my mind, I'm in NY makin' chess moves (Ayy)
With a shawty that's fine, hope the neck good (Nigga, yeah, ayy)
[Verse 2: Keithisjust]
I'm with a shawty and she mine, you better not mess with her
I put my soul up in the trap, I feel like young Tiller
And she ain't nothin', so I share on the next with her
And she won't ever meet the parents, I ain't Ben Stiller
[Verse 3: Chuuwee]
If it ain't money on the line, what you text for?
I'm only linkin' up for blues like Connect 4
I feel like light, I've been knockin' down on death's door
Giggin' in the coach rag, laughin' at your broke ass
AMP, I smoke gas, head on how come
You don't ever teach a throat class? Damn, her booty blow fat
Deal, bitch, I G.O.A.T. tracks, then get ghost fast
Back end come so fast, I'm still tryna blow the last
I don't have no compassion for that friend shit
If I feel the partnership is lame, I'ma end it
Twin pair of Benzes, I been about some big shit
Nigga, keep your tens sick, you can't even spend it
[Chorus: Money Montage]
New money, new Louis V sweatsuit (Yeah)
Don't get out of line, I ain't easy to get next to
Bloopers on my mind, I'm in NY makin' chess moves
With a shawty that's fine, hope the neck good
[Verse 2: Aari Price]
I can't even really spend that time like your ass could
I ain't even really hit my prime, I'll attest to it
She just lookin' for someone to save her, I can't rescue her
Plenty fish up in the sea, but they all got a catch to 'em
And you gon' take the bait
She sucked me in the Uber home, she know I hate to wait
I had her spittin' on the head, call it face-to-face
That was a week ago, askin' about it a day
I swear to God I couldn't place a face
Understand
I could never let you niggas get the upper hand on me
Only thought you ever had was the 'Gram
Back in school, you was hatin' from the stands
I was finger rollin', blowin' kisses with the other hand
And even then, way back in the days
Comparin' me to you would've been a slap in the face
I guess we'll never be on the same page
Or on the same stage
You a spectator, need to start you a fan page, nigga
[Chorus: Money Montage]
New money, new Louis V sweatsuit
Don't get out of line, I ain't easy to get next to
Bloopers on my mind, I'm in NY makin' chess moves
With a shawty that's fine, hope the neck good