Why not make this baby,
No space, no place, no room, it's in your head,
No space, no space, no room,
it's in your head,
Yeah yeah we come,
we come with the hustle,
I do your boy near by near hot,
We rush them again then we come with the suck,
Pay some more niggas then we shout for the girls come talk to me,
I'm all mighty hustlin',
grinding to call a P,
Nigga wanna put me down but I'm standin' my feet,
So man I'ma give up,
we sent trapeze Fuck with the money,
oh fuck with the money,
oh I do your boy near by,
no be silly, oh So man I'ma give up,
I wanna come to my musical,
If you see me then you see,
let me see me,
oh fuck We tap in the clock,
we come with the locket Everybody say we shout for the money,
M.O.B.

Charlie money over bitches,
you fuck with me,
you fuck with my cake,
So I'ma give up,
I wanna come to my musical If you see me then you see,
let me see, I wanna come to my musical and AKA,
with the vibes never see me see me die why the end every time with the vibes tell them we dead we dead,
ganja lighters still we pay clients all day we say so you see we trapped in here mama tell me never,
give up me never back again still live up with friends all day talking around we trapped always,
everybody see me you ever any other the client didn't confirm me any other they really have to,
have some taste in it for separate money so we shout for that that can't talk to me,
somebody that come close to me cause only me day for my road oh I day for my road oh,
I give up différents I gave up I give up my tron,
They send you rip,
No bad, no bad, no rip They send you rip No is bad,
no there's no rip,
They send you rip,
Why not make this baby?