Crushin'

It's like (I'm in love with the money)
I'm back in school with this shit, bro (I'm in love with the money)
It's like, all this fuckin' guap (I'm in love with the money)
Ball like a fuckin' [?] (I'm in love with the money)
Big ass bankroll (I'm in love with the money)
I didn't know it was your shit, damn (I'm in love with the money)
I love you, 4ME
Sossy
That's my babe
Oh yeah (Racks)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, came a long way from geekin' up in the class
What you makin' on a re-up, I spend it all on my gas
Now I'm geekin' off this guap, threw the pills in the trash
I might kick it with the slime, yeah, nigga, say slatt
In the trap with the big blood, nigga, say blatt!
Every day, that I'm wakin' up, I think about the racks
And I gotta thank God, that I still ain't get wacked
I'm in love with the money, yeah, I'm crushin' on it bad
Sometimes I wish the hundreds had an ass that I could tap
All these drugs got me geeked up, and you know that that's a fact
Smokin' on a big wood, call it baseball bat

And I knew he wouldn't do it, 'cause these niggas all cap
Damn, I keep goin' up, and they stuck where they at
Turn the whole world pink, when I'm sippin' on the Act'
Tell the bitch to toot it up, I'ma hit the from the back
Intercept the pack, and my shooter caught the sack
Green Vet with the cheese and you just a lil' rat
If we find out that he snitchin', we gon' knock him off the map
Pull up to your front door, we ain't talkin' on an app
I could make a couple bands, with some numbers on an app
You keep blowin' up my phone, and no, I won't hit you back
Yeah, I'm gone with the wind, I done ran off with your lil' racks
I will never understand why these niggas they just be lackin'
New racks in, let's get back to the hundreds, need the backend
Had a bad lil' bitch, broke her back in
All these niggas cap rap, they just good at the actin'

(Oh yeah)
(Yeah, that's my babe)
(Yeah, I'm in love with the money) (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, crushin' on it bad) (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, that's my babe)
(Yeah, crushin' on it bad)
(I'm in love with the money)
(I'm in love with the money)
(Racks)

Yeah, came a long way from geekin' up in the class
What you makin' on a re-up, I spend it all on my gas
Now I'm geekin' off this guap, threw the pills in the trash
I might kick it with the slime, yeah, nigga, say slatt
In the trap with the big blood, nigga, say blatt!
Every day, that I'm wakin' up, I think about the racks
And I gotta thank God, that I still ain't get wacked
I'm in love with the money, and I'm crushin' on it bad
Sometimes I wish the hundreds had an ass that I could tap
All these drugs got me geeked up, and you know that that's a fact
Smokin' on a big wood, call it baseball bat (Yeah,Yeah)

Yeah, I'm in love with the money
Yeah, yeah, I'm in love with the money
That's my babe