Gasoline & a Match (feat. Coupe D Santana & Cap B) - Ricky V

Rather get this money, I got nothing else to do I can see they watching, counting pockets, but what's new? She know when I call it's for a reason, so come through Nothing 'bout me change except these bitches n that coupe Ain't too many loyal niggas, I just know a few I'm telling nothing but the truth Rather get this money, I got nothing else to do Used to keep money in a shoe box Now I'm pulling up like tube socks Went from a dollar to a few knots Got me paying rent on 'bout two spots They don't understand what my crew got Remember long talks with my big bruh Cam Young wild niggas in bend selling grams Man the pain and the struggle, man, that made me who I am Rather get this money, I got nothing else to do Jumped off that porch, I changed my mindset and my view Reasons why you hate to see me win, I wished I knew Came straight out that mud You just don't know what I've been through Look really no time for the talk, nigga I ain't got free time Now-a-days I be all over green like the mothafuckin' d-line And I ain't got time for the hoe when I barely got me time Just give me a blunt and booth, mothafucka I'll be fine Rather get this money, I got nothing else to do I can see they watching, counting pockets, but what's new? She know when I call it's for a reason, so come through Nothing 'bout me change except these bitches n that coupe Ain't too many loyal niggas, I just know a few I'm telling nothing but the truth Rather get this money, I got nothing else to do Trill OG, I'm riding lowkey With my hat low and my deuce up Smoking on me some killer kush My young partner pouring up that juice up Doing me so keep doing you Cause I ain't down with what you in See me, I'm a trill nigga through and through And I'm out here looking for the chewing to That's word to skinny pimp Just a gangster walking with a limp And you know I got no love for a simp Posted up, nigga, eating steak and shrimp Lil bitch got my knife and I got my fork Benz outside and it's valet parked Blunt rolled up and I'm 'bout to spark In the city lights, I smash out in the dark Can't be but who I am Got to represent for my fam Cadillac doors still getting slammed Don't like it, sorry don't give a damn Still down, still trill Gon' be that way 'til I'm dead and gone For PA I'm putting on with my candy paint To my shiny chrome, come on Rather get this money, I got nothing else to do I can see they watching, counting pockets, but what's new? She know when I call it's for a reason, so come through Nothing 'bout me change except these bitches n that coupe Ain't too many loyal niggas, I just know a few I'm telling nothing but the truth Rather get this money, I got nothing else to do