Yeah man,
Tariq don't make me shit
Just keep getting money
though, I love that man
See you chumps on top, let's go
If you don't look good,
we don't look good
Keep on getting money,
nigga it's all good
From
ATLs at every corner in
Eaglewood
All I compete is me, hate a freak
I'm just giving you the
game I was given to me
Let me go in, uh
I'm going, going, back, back
To the black,
Mac, to them black tops
To the one leg up in them ankle socks I ball a lot,
I don't ball a block
I call the shots, I don't knock your hustle I
don't care if you triple or gazocka double
If you keep getting scratched,
I keep getting scratched
We don't count yours,
nah we don't do that
We don't handcuff, that ain't my bitch
We ain't no tricks, we don't gossip
We just trap paper, then we stack paper
Then we drop top, holla back later
If you don't look good,
we don't look good
Keep on getting money,
nigga, it's all good
From
ATL to every corner in
Inglewood
All I can be is me, hate a brick
If you don't look good,
we don't look good
Keep on getting money,
nigga, it's all good
From the dynamic district all
the way out to
Hollywood
You know how I do, bitch, I hate a brick
Throw your ones in the motherfucking air,
we don't care
Niggas don't give a fuck,
nigga, about nothing at all
Just my dawgs, creepin' through the club,
still gettin' that hoes
I'm fresh, stayin' rocked to the drawers,
ass gots on the floor
Keep rocks in the air, nigga, yeah
I'm over here tryin' to mind my own
I'm in the race against
time with blinders on
Mind over matter, it ain't mine,
it don't matter
You can have a half a whatever, dawg
Hope you niggas is gettin'
what's ever yours
I'm over here havin' my way with this cheddar,
dawg
Prayin' I don't have to spray this
Beretta off
Niggas is sayin' they layin'
on my downfall
But I ain't got no hate,
just some great advice
Keep gettin' money, your life, nigga
If you don't look good,
we don't look good
Keep on gettin' money,
nigga, it's all good
From
ATL to every corner in the board
All I can be is me, hate a brick
If you don't look good,
we don't look good
Keep on gettin' money,
nigga, it's all good
From the
Diamond
District all the way out to
Hollywood
You know how I do me, hate a
Big, opened it up
Hope, shut it down
Kane, set it off
We all from
Bucktown, I play background, but my time's now,
let me go in, jot my lines down
I've been patiently waiting, they've been blatantly hating,
sideline calling, everybody debating
Wimbley gon' claim the title that they gave him,
yeah, yeah, motherfuck, I'm done playing
I'm back on track, the haters try to derail him,
took that fuel, used that to propel him
Mind right, money right, I'm ready for war,
got a taste of the limelight, I'm ready for more
Want a peanut butter,
wolf grain, cherry azalea
And a
P90
Ruger that my man murder lost
I even wish my enemies could drive four -door
I can't do this all by myself, dawg
If you don't look good,
we don't look good
Keep on getting money,
nigga, it's all good
From
H -E -L to every corner in the ward
All I can be is me, pay the brick
If you don't look good,
we don't look good
Keep on getting money,
nigga, it's all good
From the
Diamond
District all the way out to
Hollywood
You know I knew me,
hate of a friend
You
Memphis Bleek 
