Letra de Poor Money Management - YN Jay

(It's a Wayne beat)

Ayy, yeah, ayy (We're with white grease today)

Spent through car uh, uh, nigga died outside (Fuck the fire, we got grease)

Ayy, I know a nigga— shit

I know a nigga that died so quick

It happened so fast, damn

Ayy, ayy, ayy

I know a nigga walked outside, took a step off the porch, nigga got killed in the grass

Nigga think we ain't havin' no drank, they ain't know we was sippin' Act', ayy

House so big, I can't find where the kitchen at

I told a bitch, "My life is like a movie", I shoot it in Cinemax

I know a nigga set his best friend up, got damn, he died for that

Five K on a 'fit just to throw it away, I don't go to no laundromat, ayy

I know a nigga that told on his brother, where the fuck loyalty at?

Bitch made me mad in a big-ass house, I told her to go in the back

Ayy, bad bitch made me mad in a big-ass house, I went in another room

All this dirty money on the floor, I'ma need me another broom

Bitch, I ain't have shit when I was young, I wore my brother shoes, ayy

I just woke up rich, I feel like a lucky dude

I sip so much motherfuckin' drank, I feel like the LUCKI dude

I'm in a place that you can't bring no gun, I got a gun in the room

I been sittin' back tryna get that dough, I'm makin' money moves, ayy

These niggas got poor money management

Every time I get mad, cuss my bitch out, swear I can't stand the bitch, ayy

He put his family in his beef, he done got his granny hit

Ain't gon' lie, I like your mama mama, don't get your granny hit

She doin' granny tricks

Bitch suck dick and she ain't even use her teeth, she doin' a granny trick

Bitch stayed over, she can't even find her clothes, don't know where her panties went

Bitch walked in my room, Bikini Bottom, she on some Sandy shit

They ain't got no motherfuckin' money, they gotta anti-up

Hundred thousand get a nigga kidnapped, they finna grab 'em

Bitch walked in my crib with a big-ass bag, she think she spendin' the night

Real Beecher nigga put guns down, I only came to fight

Nigga say he ain't never met a full-body, so I brought a K in his life

I seen Terrence Crawford on Pay-Per-View, I had to pay for the fight

Walk a nigga down, hood on like Grim Reaper, I only came for your life

Bitch, if you ain't pay me the first time, then you gotta pay me twice

Ayy, bitch, she came to see me twice

I was double booked, I had two shows, she came to see me twice

Police so ho shit when they pulled me over, they ain't even read my rights

Bro killed a nigga that don't do shit with his time, he don't even need his life

Ayy, he don't even need a pipe

He walk up and stab your ass ten times, all he need is a knife

I got 48 Laws Of Power, I had to read it twice

Told the chef, "Before you make my food, make sure my season right"

Like umm, make sure you put your— put season on the food

'Cause I need season, I don't like dry feed with no taste

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