[Intro]
The day you decide to get you some money
Nigga fuck your friends
Aint no friends we aint even on that
All these niggas taking Instagrams, selfies
Point me to the money
Point me to the money
Business, big business
Maybach business
If you aint with it I dont fuck with you
[Hook]
You aint gotta hold my hand, and point me to the money
Keep it real with me nigga and you wont be disappointed
My brother caught a L and I still write him every month
He told me sell his guns and I still got em in the trunk
I wonder why, I wonder why
I wonder why, sometimes I wonder why
I wanna shine just like the summertime
They say them folk gave him a heap of time
[Verse 1]
Nappy-headed nigga, pocket full of crack rock
Nineteen, living like a fucking rap star
Watching from my porch you thought it was a fucking film
One day he buy the car, next day the fucking rims
Curly-headed bitches, tall and they slim
They know Im [?] but see I know its him
Never testify, I seen it in his eye
Attempted murder on his life in that 360, ah
With my two eyes
Two different pistols
One with registered and one to get your issue
I wonder why, sometimes I wonder why
All this fame and fortune leave you traumatized
[Hook]
You aint gotta hold my hand, and point me to the money
Keep it real with me nigga and you wont be disappointed
My brother caught a L and I still write him every month
He told me sell his guns and I still got em in the trunk
I wonder why, I wonder why
I wonder why, sometimes I wonder why
I wanna shine just like the summertime
They say them folk gave him a heap of time
[Bridge]
Now Im being followed by some creepy-ass cracker
Now Im being followed by some creepy-ass cracker
Stand your ground, stand your ground
Stand your ground, you gotta stand your ground
[Verse 2]
Got on my hoodie and my motherfucking Desert Eagle
You wanna do me, then you go and tell the people
Knock me down, temp drops as the sun rise
I could see a hustler in my sons eyes
I never knew that money bring so many enemies
Dreams come true, they dream of killing me
But its fuck em and I feed em fish
Them killers coming, X you off the list
[Bridge]
Now Im being followed by some creepy-ass cracker
Now Im being followed by some creepy-ass cracker
Stand your ground, stand your ground
Stand your ground, you gotta stand your ground
[Hook]
You aint gotta hold my hand, and point me to the money
Keep it real with me nigga and you wont be disappointed
My brother caught a L and I still write him every month
He told me sell his guns and I still got em in the trunk
I wonder why, I wonder why
I wonder why, sometimes I wonder why
I wanna shine just like the summertime
They say them folk gave him a heap of time
[Outro: Rachel Jeantel]
(Okay, theyre having trouble hearing you, so take your time)
Creepy-ass cracka
And then he said [bleep]
(And hes still following you?)
Yes
