Freddie Gibbs - Pain & Strife
Oh, yeah, yeah
You think you could hang with me
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Gotta make that, gotta make that
Gotta make that, gotta make that
Gotta make that money, man (That money, man, it’s still the same now)
Gotta make that money, man (That money, man, it’s still the same now)
Gotta make that money, man (That money, man, it’s still the same now, yeah, yeah-yeah)
Gotta make that money, man (That money, man, it’s still the same now, yeah, yeah)
Gotta that homie thang, I push the button, I’m lane switchin’
Say she wanna look up for some dinner and drinks
But I don’t [?] from them lame bitches
If you hurt ’bout that hoe then I can’t be your fave’
Just know that we be fuckin’ the same bitches
Most of these niggas I know do this shit for the fame
These niggas be rappin’, I’m gang spittin’
Said, “These niggas be rappin’, I’m gang spittin'”
Gang bangin’ (Yeah), I put the ‘caine in your Chevrolet
Smokin’ on silly Bobby, sittin’ sideways
Swivel seat and the center tray
I remember them nights sleepin’ on these btiches couches
I might fuck but I never stay
I was drankin’ and hit and runnin’ on an empty stomach
I was blowin’ my life away
Now I come through drop-top, fast, and don’t play
Hop and cop the stash and get paid
Do the math just like a laundromat
Now I be washin’ all this cash that I made (Skrrt)
Drop-top, fast, and don’t play
Hop and cop the stash and get paid (Skrrt)
Do the math just like a laundromat
Now I be washin’ all this cash that I made
Gotta make that money, man (That money, man, it’s still the same now)
Gotta make that money, man (That money, man, it’s still the same now)
Gotta make that money, man (That money, man, it’s still the same now, yeah, yeah-yeah)
Gotta make that money, man (That money, man, it’s still the same now, yeah, yeah)
I get money, gotta get paid (Paid)
Came from the bottom, made it out the trenches
Then I made it out the maze (Make)
Bought the Lamborghini, coulda bought the Bentley
‘Cause I had a better taste (Skrrt)
‘Member I was takin’ losses ‘fore I was boss
The memories never fade (Loss)
Gave my mom hunnid racks and chains and polo case (Racks)
Uh, I put diamonds on my wrist, thinkin’ Fantasia
I pull up to my hood in my coupe to motivate (Motivate ’em)
Finally bossed up, bought myself up off the lake (Boss)
I can’t have no conversation if it ain’t opaque (No)
Mansion twenty thousand square foot with seven acres (Mansion)
I keep cool but I would cook my opp up like a baker (Cool)
I keep blues inside my Goyard just in case, for safety (Blues)
Maybach, Richard lazy
Gotta make that money, man (That money, man, it’s still the same now)
Gotta make that money, man (That money, man, it’s still the same now)
Gotta make that money, man (That money, man, it’s still the same now)
Gotta make that money, man (That money, man, it’s still the same now)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Gotta make that, gotta make that
