CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Money Ain’t A Thing
(Zino Records, hahahaha)
Ridin' with them tings
Ridin' through, dash on 'em, switchin' both lanes
Came from the bottom, now it's money ain't a thing
Pounds stackin' up till I'm snappin' rubber bands
Runnin' to the bag, yeah, catch me if you can
Feel like the flyest n***a up in motherland
We like Peter Pan, tell God can never land
Laugh f**kin' haters, I'ma do it all again
With the gang and my family, all we do is win
Remember when me and Likkle T were broke (Remember those days)
Now I give all the drug dealers hope (I inspire n***as)
Break them off, they're always asking for more
Let's go, I sell bricks fam, you can't get a draw, let's go
Fam, your chain look glass like your jaw, uh
I gave out samples on tour (Trap star sh*t)
Now all these haters wanna bring it
Cah I just hopped a house with my trainers to live in
I'm a rabbit with the stick (Yeah)
If I'm mackin' your chick
She'll be gone when I spoil her like the back of my whip (Yeah)
b*t*hes come around, now he's actin' out of character
And I could tell them Cali packs came from Canada (Know the difference)
Fam, I'm still on the block, I ain't a pop star (Out here)
All the crackheads love me, I'm a rockstar
Can't park anywhere, I'm worried 'bout a tracker
I bring my youngens Wireless to rob your favourite rapper
It's Nines
Ridin' with them tings
Ridin' through, dash on 'em, switchin' both lanes
Came from the bottom, now it's money ain't a thing
Pounds stackin' up till I'm snappin' rubber bands
Runnin' to the bag, yeah, catch me if you can
Feel like the flyest n***a up in motherland
We like Peter Pan, tell God can never land
Laugh f**kin' haters, I'ma do it all again
With the gang and my family, all we do is win
Remember when me and Likkle T were broke (Remember those days)
Now I give all the drug dealers hope (I inspire n***as)
Break them off, they're always asking for more
Let's go, I sell bricks fam, you can't get a draw, let's go
Fam, your chain look glass like your jaw, uh
I gave out samples on tour (Trap star sh*t)
Now all these haters wanna bring it
Cah I just hopped a house with my trainers to live in
I'm a rabbit with the stick (Yeah)
If I'm mackin' your chick
She'll be gone when I spoil her like the back of my whip (Yeah)
b*t*hes come around, now he's actin' out of character
And I could tell them Cali packs came from Canada (Know the difference)
Fam, I'm still on the block, I ain't a pop star (Out here)
All the crackheads love me, I'm a rockstar
Can't park anywhere, I'm worried 'bout a tracker
I bring my youngens Wireless to rob your favourite rapper
It's Nines
