Lucas Coly – Make Some Money lyrics

[Intro]
Yea.. I'm just checking in on these bitch ass niggas, you know.. Shit crazy but... It is what it is tho aye, yea, yea

[Chorus]
Aye, I was born to make some fucking money
Yea, I was born to make some fucking money
Every night I go to sleep, I'm thinking bout some hunnids
Shit I just wanna make my momma proud or something
And all my people with me you know I won't never change
Got my niggas, they gon win too
Put that on my name
Told her can you be my shorty, I be in my feelings
And I don't want the baddest as long as I got the realist

[Verse One]
I be going through it dawg, I be in my feelings
So I just roll it up and blow my problems to the ceiling
I done seen a lot of shit, so I got lots of anger
So I don't fuck with many, I can count em on my fingers
I only fuck with loyal, cause it hurts to know that people did me dirty, I take that personal
I promise if I do some fuck shit, I be the first to go
Tell the lord to take me, switching up ain't worth it bro
Please don't talk too much around me, make me nervous bro
I'm fathering these niggas, place em in a nursing home
That's my shorty you can try her, she gon curve it though
Cause I been loyal, said that shit a couple words ago

[Chorus]
Aye, I was born to make some fucking money
Yea, I was born to make some fucking money
Every night I go to sleep, I be thinking bout some hunnids
Shit I just wanna make my momma proud or something
And all my people with me you know I won't never change
Got my niggas, they gon win too
Put that on my name
Told her can you be my shorty, I be in my feelings
And I don't want the baddest as long as I got the realist

[Verse Two]
I love my fucking fans, I call them back up
Cause when I'm down I swear to god they bring me back up
And her lil fine ass, I love the way she act up
Cause if a bitch come and try me she get smacked up
I keep that shit one hunnid, boy I'm solid and I mean it
I been going through some shit, ain't hard to fucking see it
My life is a fucking book and you can never read it
Too many on the field, I'm the type to referee it
Check my blood vessels, you find my word play
I want the green to the point I call it earth day
I see my future but kind of in a blurred way
But shit I'm still gon fuck shit up on my worst days

[Chorus]
Aye, I was born to make some fucking money
Yea, I was born to make some fucking money
Every night I go to sleep, I'm thinking bout some hunnids
Shit I just wanna make my momma proud or something
And all my people with me you know I won't never change
Got my niggas, they gon win too
Put that on my name
Told her can you be my shorty, I be in my feelings
And I don't want the baddest as long as I got the realist