• I make money online
    I make money on time
    I make money online
    All my niggas got me makin money online
    I make money on time
    Shawty wanna fuck but I give her no time

    Wanna make a mil, 9-5 werent an option
    In the field youre gonna run outta options
    She always complain like she nah see me often
    But often I be OT tourin
    Gyal dont worry Ill be yard in the mornin
    Use to move like I got nothin to lose
    Mixed the Off-White with the Goose
    Rollin with like 10 of the goons

    Money callin, money talkin
    Trap phone goin ring ring
    Trap phone buy me bling-bling, yeah
    Where was you way back then?
    I was doing stick up with my bad friends
    Police had us twist up on the landin
    Every other time mixed up in violence

    Not just because of the buss down
    But Im on the grind till Im up now
    Hustle in the blood, Im a hustler
    Top striker call me Costa
    And my line ringin from qway
    Trap line ringin all day
    And my line ringin from qway
    Trap line singin all day

    Wanna make a mil, 9-5 werent an option
    In the field youre gonna run outta options
    She always complain like she nah see me often
    But often I be OT tourin
    Gyal dont worry Ill be yard in the mornin
    Use to move like I got nothin to lose
    Mixed the Off-White with the Goose
    Rollin with like 10 of the goons

    Stylish, LV drop, man I rock it with sliders
    Shopping abroad first day Im off-license
    Came fresh home first thing I done, diamonds
    All about timin, wrist so blindin
    Cuz shes all Bood up, man she got haters
    We dont fly Europe, we just go Vegas
    Man try draws her, she dont do strangers, fuck about status, uh
    Bout Corsa, put her in a Porshe
    Eyebrow sharpish, lookin like my borer
    Come a long way from chillin on a corner
    Fat arse body, oh thats torture
    I aint getting poorer
    Always complain that she cant see me often
    I just keep it real, I cant run out of option
    I can see youre stressed out and you keep callin
    Gyal dont worry Ill be out in the mornin

    Wanna make a mil, 9-5 werent an option
    In the field youre gonna run outta options
    She always complain like she nah see me often
    But often I be OT tourin
    Gyal dont worry Ill be yard in the mornin
    Use to move like I got nothin to lose
    Mixed the Off-White with the Goose
    Rollin with like 10 of the goons

    Amazing, all of this money Im making
    Nights on the back roads, didnt phase me
    Did it for the culture where they raised me
    About to make a move
    Might have to sell food
    Do what she gotta do
    And tell the judge, free the goons

    With a loud pack in my loud pack
    And Im takin it qway, plus all of the gang
    Baby girl you look familiar, convo start and we wan fi get familiar
    Girl Im a trendy yute
    Lemme put you in them new Fendi shoes
    Guys only hate when they wanna be you
    Guys only hate when they wanna be you
    I can never be you, nah nah

    Wanna make a mil, 9-5 werent an option
    In the field youre gonna run outta options
    She always complain like she nah see me often
    But often I be OT tourin
    Gyal dont worry Ill be yard in the mornin
    Use to move like I got nothin to lose
    Mixed the Off-White with the Goose
    Rollin with like 10 of the goons

    Makin money
    She said, nigga, you dont make no time for me
    Because I trap, trap til the early mornin
    And now they pray on the downfall of me
    You cant take my shine
    This shine makin niggas close blinds
    Theres no stoppin this grind
    Fuck around Ill take your bitch to the shrine Writer/s: Dennis Junior Odunwo
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Downtown Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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