Make Money (Explicit)

Lyrics by：DeJ Loaf

Composed by：DeJ Loaf

Yeah

Trouble trance make a

I'm gon' put motherf**king silkk the shocker on this s**t

A motherf**ker on here

Somebody get Silkk The Shocker on the phone

Call him right now

Somebody see if I can get him on here for a verse

I f**k with him

Look

'Cause this life I live got no limits

Put the pressure on them pussies let's go swimming

Put the TEC to his neck while he eating cereal

Oh you thought this was a game Nah this s**t serious

I'll die for my respect just bury me in Fendi

And put me right next to Pac or Biggie

Or put me next to Dex so we can f**king flex

Got a problem n***a say it with your f**king chest

34 B's aiming at your breast

34 more n***as gon' be aiming at the rest

Chopper go ffff yeah it speak with a lisp

Walking in the club I don't speak to a b***h

No I don't f**k with y'all y'all already knew it

B***hes wanna beef so bad I won't do it

Tryna blow up nah b***h you blew it

Not off DeJ better off selling P***y

Nah I ain't a killer all my shooters good looking

Good looking good looking

Money got me tired yeah n***a I'm cooking

Taking lunches cookies

Yeha shot

F**k that

Buddy that

Oh no yeah

DeJ hit me like I want the old Shocker it's no problem

Don't make me get my old army fatigues out of my closet

You might catch me in something

That don't come out for a year or so

So if you got it right now chances

I had it like a year ago

Only mess with real I don't do the fake

We just park right in man I don't do the wait

Was gon' do a pool in the back

But said f**k it do a lake

I know why they mad 'cause

They know what I'm due to make

It's crazy 'cause sometimes

I be forgetting what I cop

I just came off tour like n***a when I bought a yacht

Getting money then I bring it back to my block

I'm hot here's the temperature try

To buy up all my stock

I run through this money like

It's standing in my way

One thing I can't stand is a hater

That complain about the hate

Yeah they'll talk it that's until

You standing in they face

Scream who-de-who it look like planet of the apes

I swerve right past 'em but I ain't tryna crash

When I see 'em I hide my face

You would think I'm tryna dab

Sometimes I get mad but I'm trying not to spaz

Some of y'all jokes in y'all flow

I be trying not to laugh

It is what it is

I don't have to tell 'em what I did

Flow cold you would think

I was yelling in the fridge

Forget the past I get it now like

I got it then

And I ain't following you fake n***as

I'm setting trends

Yeah DeJ Loaf it is what it is

All the real stand up all the fake sit down

That's how I recognize ya you heard

Shocker you know how we do it

You shot that

You shot that