ฟังเพลงNeat (Explicit)

Neat (Explicit) - Q Money

Lyrics by：Nosakhere Andrews/Qamar A. Williams

Think it's a game

Think it's a game

N***as ain't f**kin' with me

N***as ain't f**kin' with me

N***as ain't f**kin' with me

It's Q Money ain't s**t

Yeah

I like my money real neat

Just like I like all my freaks

You said you're f**king with me Imma just sip my lil tea

She let me f**k her for free

She charged your a*s a fee

F**k her on top of the cover

Then I still change the sheets

Wrist cost a quarter key

My wrist cost a quarter key

I keep the gang with me

'Cause they goin' bang for me

Keep goin

I show my a*s out in public

You'd do the same s**t if you came from nothing

I made it out n***as say I got lucky

I'm doin' my thing only God can judge me

My teachers done f**ked me

But now they wanna f**k me

I'm stunting' I keep me some bands in the duffle

That's Louis V

When I was trappin' I didn't touch nothing

My lil n***as servin' for me on the huff

B***h I'm on fire these h*es wanna puff me

Saint Laurent shades got me feeling like Puffy

Ain't it ironic that h*e called me ugly

Now ain't it ironic that b***h wanna f**k me

She wanna suck me

I'm gettin' money

I been sayin' ain't s**t funny

I get that bag and I blow that

Say you get money then show that

This is Q money not Kodak

Watch where you brinin' your h*e at

I like my money real neat

Just like I like all my freaks

You said you're f**king with me

Imma just sip my lil tea

She let me f**k her for free

She charged your a*s a fee

F**k her on top of the cover

Then I still change the sheets

Wrist cost a quarter key

My wrist cost a quarter key

I keep the gang with me

'Cause they goin' bang for me

Keep goin

I show my a*s out in public

You'd do the same s**t if you came from nothing

I made it out n***as say I got lucky

I'm doin' my thing only God can judge me

I used to trap out the corner store

I put the grams on the stove

I know some b***hes that play with their nose

Most of my n***as still servin' that dough

When I was servin' fiends blew up my phone

I blew up the pack I made that s**t back

Pull up to the trap or wherever I'm at

Don't bring your phone out

When I'm servin' this pack

For real

I hit from the back she gon' get attached

Why

'Cause my dick just like crack

I look like I dress I smell like a sack

Why 'cause I got them racks

Hit the club popping Moet

Yeah

Hit the strip club and throw it

Yeah

You got d**e then smoke it

Yeah

I'm still pistol totin'

Yeah

Momma told me stay focused

Yeah

Everybody know I'm chosen

Yeah

Most of these h*es be bogus

Yeah

'Cause they don't cop that Lotus

Yeah

Pour Champagne on my Rollie

Yeah

Dress in all black but I'm still holy

Yeah

N***as ain't tough we expose 'em

Yeah

N***a you ain't tough we expose 'em

Yeah

I like my money real neat

Just like I like all my freaks

You said you're f**king with me

Imma just sip my lil tea

She let me f**k her for free

She charged your a*s a fee

F**k her on top of the cover

Then I still change the sheets

Wrist cost a quarter key

My wrist cost a quarter key

I keep the gang with me

'Cause they goin' bang for me

Keep goin

I show my a*s out in public

You'd do the same s**t if you came from nothing

I made it out n***as say I got lucky

I'm doin' my thing only God can judge me