Million Things by Money Making Sace Lyrics
(Money Making Sace)
Loose Screw Mafia
I’m not motivated I’m dedicated
That mean I just wake up and do it
Uh, What, Uh, Yeah
Aye, look, huh
If you fall in love with pussy, you gon’ always get fucked
You never see it on the gram, but I keep that bitch tucked
Fuck it gave a ring to the money, I’m a married man
All white Geedie Weedies, looking like the Ku Klan (R.I.P. Ceddy Bu man)
Never get attached, cash the only thing that keep it real
Sitting in this class cultivating ‘bout a quarter mill
Calculate every move, but don’t get to consumed
It’s wintertimе, but the way I’m spitting you would think it’s June
I really want this brеad, I been thinking ‘bout it every day
The way I’m feeling, might just slap this n**** in his fucking face
I don’t give a damn ‘bout none of that, I’m gon’ find a way
Just got off the phone with Bern, it’s gon’ be a good day
If ain’t providing its finesse, gone and make your move
You know what to do, make it happen don’t act like fool
Peep game never got to speak about it, keep it cool
Never speak about that shit man, just keep it playa' (I’m back to the bald fade)
(Money Making Sace)
Dedicated, time to make it shake, (Make it shake)
If you ain’t with it, get up out the way
Gotta’ Million Things on this fucking plate
Look but everything gotta’ get ate
(Joey Fatts)
Feeling way ahead of them, better than the rest of them
Scholar in this shit, I should put it on a letterman
Here for decade, still feel that I ain’t settled in
Play the same game, difference is a n**** play to win
Paid tithes for them sins, I ain’t got no time for friends
Everyday I’m hustling dog, a n**** gotta’ get it in
Watching out for the police, 'cause I can’t sit again
Keep a heat, no cold feet, gon’ split a n**** wig, (Uh)
Got that Eastside on my stomach 'cause I honor that (Uh)
Use to serve work out the laundromat (Uh)
But you know that cheese attract all kind of rats (Uh)
Got a bag, lost it watch me make it back
Man of my word, you know that everything I state is facts
We all gon’ swerve and hit his block like a chain reaction (Uh)
Flyer than you favorite, in the latest fashion (Uh)
The voice of the streets, I gave these n***** caption
(Money Making Sace)
Dedicated, time to make it shake, (Make it shake)
If you ain’t with it, get up out the way
Gotta’ Million Things on this fucking plate
Look but everything gotta’ get ate
(Money Making Sace)
I remember banging music to the max, cause my whip was fucking up
So embarrassed, No A/C I was out of luck
Summertime in the heat, ain’t nobody hot as me
I don’t give a lot of chances, in this business Ima’ eat
Writing numbers in these books, gotta’ get the money right
Get right, I ain’t never going out without a fight
Shades on in the whip, slow cruise in the night
If you see me with the bitch, then I’m cracking that tonight (Nah fareel though)
Aye, look how they switch up
Look, gave her ninth place and y’all gave up (they frauds)
Still asking for it, get yo’ weight up (Get yo’ weight up n****)
We gave these n***** game, they should thank us, (Fareel)
But then again, they go betray us
Still calling shots like the mayor, delivering like Favor
On my way to get this paper
Uh, Yeah, N****
(Money Making Sace)
Dedicated, time to make it shake, (Gotta’ make it shake)
If you ain’t with it, get up out the way (Get up out the way)
Gotta’ Million Things on this fucking plate (On this fucking plate)
Look but everything gotta’ get ate
It don’t get no realer than that man
Get the broom, sweeping niggas
It was a Nytemare
Loose Screw Mafia
I’m not motivated I’m dedicated
That mean I just wake up and do it
Uh, What, Uh, Yeah
Aye, look, huh
If you fall in love with pussy, you gon’ always get fucked
You never see it on the gram, but I keep that bitch tucked
Fuck it gave a ring to the money, I’m a married man
All white Geedie Weedies, looking like the Ku Klan (R.I.P. Ceddy Bu man)
Never get attached, cash the only thing that keep it real
Sitting in this class cultivating ‘bout a quarter mill
Calculate every move, but don’t get to consumed
It’s wintertimе, but the way I’m spitting you would think it’s June
I really want this brеad, I been thinking ‘bout it every day
The way I’m feeling, might just slap this n**** in his fucking face
I don’t give a damn ‘bout none of that, I’m gon’ find a way
Just got off the phone with Bern, it’s gon’ be a good day
If ain’t providing its finesse, gone and make your move
You know what to do, make it happen don’t act like fool
Peep game never got to speak about it, keep it cool
Never speak about that shit man, just keep it playa' (I’m back to the bald fade)
(Money Making Sace)
Dedicated, time to make it shake, (Make it shake)
If you ain’t with it, get up out the way
Gotta’ Million Things on this fucking plate
Look but everything gotta’ get ate
(Joey Fatts)
Feeling way ahead of them, better than the rest of them
Scholar in this shit, I should put it on a letterman
Here for decade, still feel that I ain’t settled in
Play the same game, difference is a n**** play to win
Paid tithes for them sins, I ain’t got no time for friends
Everyday I’m hustling dog, a n**** gotta’ get it in
Watching out for the police, 'cause I can’t sit again
Keep a heat, no cold feet, gon’ split a n**** wig, (Uh)
Got that Eastside on my stomach 'cause I honor that (Uh)
Use to serve work out the laundromat (Uh)
But you know that cheese attract all kind of rats (Uh)
Got a bag, lost it watch me make it back
Man of my word, you know that everything I state is facts
We all gon’ swerve and hit his block like a chain reaction (Uh)
Flyer than you favorite, in the latest fashion (Uh)
The voice of the streets, I gave these n***** caption
(Money Making Sace)
Dedicated, time to make it shake, (Make it shake)
If you ain’t with it, get up out the way
Gotta’ Million Things on this fucking plate
Look but everything gotta’ get ate
(Money Making Sace)
I remember banging music to the max, cause my whip was fucking up
So embarrassed, No A/C I was out of luck
Summertime in the heat, ain’t nobody hot as me
I don’t give a lot of chances, in this business Ima’ eat
Writing numbers in these books, gotta’ get the money right
Get right, I ain’t never going out without a fight
Shades on in the whip, slow cruise in the night
If you see me with the bitch, then I’m cracking that tonight (Nah fareel though)
Aye, look how they switch up
Look, gave her ninth place and y’all gave up (they frauds)
Still asking for it, get yo’ weight up (Get yo’ weight up n****)
We gave these n***** game, they should thank us, (Fareel)
But then again, they go betray us
Still calling shots like the mayor, delivering like Favor
On my way to get this paper
Uh, Yeah, N****
(Money Making Sace)
Dedicated, time to make it shake, (Gotta’ make it shake)
If you ain’t with it, get up out the way (Get up out the way)
Gotta’ Million Things on this fucking plate (On this fucking plate)
Look but everything gotta’ get ate
It don’t get no realer than that man
Get the broom, sweeping niggas
It was a Nytemare