Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Neat, artist - Q Money. Date of issue: 07.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Neat |
| Think It’s A Game? |
| Niggas ain’t fuckin' with me, yeah, yeah |
| Niggas ain’t fuckin' with me, yeah |
| Niggas ain’t fuckin' with me, hahah |
| It’s Q Money, ain’t shit, yeah |
| I like my money real neat, just like I like all my freaks |
| You said you fuckin with me, I’ma just sip my lil tea |
| She let me fuck her for free, she charged your ass a fee |
| Fuck her on top of the cover, then I still change the sheets |
| Wrist cost a quarter key, my wrist cost a quarter key, yeah, yeah |
| I keep the gang with me, cause they gon' bang for me (Keep goin!) |
| I show my ass out in public |
| You’d do the same shit if you came from nothing |
| I made it out, niggas say I got lucky |
| I’m doin' my thing, only God can judge me |
| My teachers done flunked me, but now they wanna fuck me |
| I’m stuntin', I keep me some bands in the duffle (That's Louis V!) |
| When I was trappin', I didn’t touch nothing |
| My lil niggas servin' for me on the huffy |
| Bitch I’m on fire, these hoes wanna puff me |
| Saint Laurent shades got me feeling like Puffy |
| Ain’t it ironic that hoe called me ugly? |
| Now ain’t it ironic that bitch wanna fuck me? |
| Hoo, hoo, she wanna suck me, hoo, hoo, I’m gettin' money |
| Yeah, yeah, hah, uh, I been sayin' ain’t shit funny |
| I get that bag and I blow that, yeah |
| Say you get money, then show that, yeah |
| This is Q Money, not Kodak, yeah |
| Watch where you bringin' your hoe at, yeah |
| I like my money real neat, just like I like all my freaks |
| You said you fuckin with me, I’ma just sip my lil tea |
| She let me fuck her for free, she charged your ass a fee |
| Fuck her on top of the cover, then I still change the sheets |
| Wrist cost a quarter key, my wrist cost a quarter key, yeah, yeah |
| I keep the gang with me, cause they gon' bang for me (Keep goin!) |
| I show my ass out in public |
| You’d do the same shit if you came from nothing |
| I made it out, niggas say I got lucky |
| I’m doin' my thing, only God can judge me |
| I used to trap out the corner store |
| I put the grams on the stove |
| I know some bitches that play with their nose |
| Most of my niggas still servin' that dope |
| When I was servin', fiends blew up my phone |
| I blew up the pack, I made that shit back |
| Pull up to the trap or wherever I’m at |
| Don’t bring your phone out when I’m servin' this pack (For real!) |
| I hit from the back, she gon' get attached |
| Why? |
| Cause my dick just like crack |
| I look like I dress like I smell like a sack |
| Why? |
| Cause I got them racks |
| Hit the club, poppin' Moet, yeah |
| Hit the strip club and throw it, yeah |
| You got dope then smoke it, yeah |
| I’m still pistol totin', yeah |
| Mama told me stay focused, yeah |
| Everybody know I’m chosen, yeah |
| Most of these hoes be bogus, yeah |
| Cause they don’t cop that Lotus, yeah |
| Pour Champagne on my Rollie, yeah |
| Dress in all black but I’m still holy, yeah |
| Niggas ain’t tough, we expose em, yeah |
| Nigga, you ain’t tough, we expose 'em, yeah |
| I like my money real neat, just like I like all my freaks |
| You said you fuckin with me, I’ma just sip my lil tea |
| She let me fuck her for free, she charged your ass a fee |
| Fuck her on top of the cover, then I still change the sheets |
| Wrist cost a quarter key, my wrist cost a quarter key, yeah, yeah |
| I keep the gang with me, cause they gon' bang for me (Keep goin!) |
| I show my ass out in public |
| You’d do the same shit if you came from nothing |
| I made it out, niggas say I got lucky |
| I’m doin' my thing, only God can judge me |
| Think It’s A Game? |