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Money Ain't A Thing

Money Ain't A Thing

(album: Crabs In A Bucket - 2020)

[Intro:]
(Zino Records, hahahaha)

[Roy Woods:]
Riding with them tings
Riding through, dash on 'em, switching both lanes
Came from the bottom, now it's money ain't a thing
Pounds stacking up till I'm snapping rubber bands
Running to the bag, yeah, catch me if you can
Feel like the flyest nigga up in motherland
We like Peter Pan, tell God can never land
Laugh fucking haters, I'ma do it all again
With the gang and my family, all we do is win

[Nines:]
Remember when me and Likkle T were broke (Remember those days)
Now I give all the drug dealers hope (I inspire niggas)
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 shit)
Now all these haters wanna [?]
Cah I just hopped a house with my trainers to live in
I'm a rabbit with the stick (Yeah)
If I'm macking your chick
She'll be gone when I spoil her like the back of my whip (Yeah)
Bitches come around, now he's acting 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

[Roy Woods:]
Riding with them tings
Riding through, dash on 'em, switching both lanes
Came from the bottom, now it's money ain't a thing
Pounds stacking up till I'm snapping rubber bands
Running to the bag, yeah, catch me if you can
Feel like the flyest nigga up in motherland
We like Peter Pan, tell God can never land
Laugh fucking haters, I'ma do it all again
With the gang and my family, all we do is win

[Nines:]
Don't compare me to them dirty niggas (Nah)
I make more than crack dealers and I flip green (Yeah, yeah)
Of course I made mills before my thirties, nigga
I was wearing Rollies at sixteen
Me and Midgy, we up, that's a quarter mill
Slipped up, now I gotta watch her take the morning pill
Looking like a footballer in these whips I drive (Yeah)
I was wearing RM's and they was sixty-five
All these niggas here, when I was broke, they weren't around (Yeah)
I coulda been in Top Boy but I turned it down (Sully and them man)
Uh, my whole body looking froze (Sub-zero)
After my show, we got a lobby full of hoes, uh
I used to sell packs in the pouring rain (Out here)
When it comes to this trap shit, I'm hall of fame (Harlesden legend)
She see the stars in my roof now she miss me
Bitch, my new car's bulletproof, I come like 50

[Roy Woods:]
Riding with them tings
Riding through, dash on 'em, switching both lanes
Came from the bottom, now it's money ain't a thing
Pounds stacking up till I'm snapping rubber bands
Running to the bag, yeah, catch me if you can
Feel like the flyest nigga up in motherland
We like Peter Pan, tell God can never land
Laugh fucking haters, I'ma do it all again
With the gang and my family, all we do is win

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