We be getting money, throw it up we, too hot, to handle, ha
We be getting money, throw it up, we too hot to handle
Ima get that stick and if it buss, it’s too hot to handle
Money in the bank, we getting paid, no need to runaway with it
Ima keep that thang, and if it bang, there ain’t no running away from it
We be getting money, throw it up, we too hot to handle
Ima get that stick and if it buss, it’s too hot to handle
Ima do some sh#t to make me rich and then ima take ya b#tch
We gon grab the chop and then we hopping out to go and spray ya clique
I be getting paid, i get the bag and then i go and double it
He gon try the same, he gets the bag but then he goes and fumbles it
When i drop a track or make a diss, you know it’s causing rumblings
Homie ain’t got bars, you ain’t that hard boy, you should stick to mumbling
Hop in the whip then we pop out
You won’t win the race so you might as well drop out
Y’all rappers really just cop outs
You’d sign a contract for a check and a shoutout
You’d sign a paper, get like 20%
I’m killing this at like 20%
I got a deal and i had to reject
Now i’m the boss, i get 100%
Y’all rappers better listen to the sh#t that i’m spitting cause every time i rap a written you know it came from the pen, like a deaf musician
I’m in the kitchen, i’m always cooking, yo b#tch on me, i can make her tooken, oh sh#t my bad, i mean taken
She a baddie in the back, bouta get sh#t shaken
We be getting money, throw it up, we too hot to handle
Ima get that stick and if it buss, it’s too hot to handle
Money in the bank, we getting paid, no need to runaway with it
Ima keep that thang, and if it bang, there ain’t no running away from it
We be getting money, throw it up, we too hot to handle
Ima get that stick and if it buss, it’s too hot to handle
Ima do some sh#t to make me rich and then ima take ya b#tch
We gon grab the chop and then we hopping out to go and spray ya clique
We be trynna spray yo clique
I’m just trynna take yo b#tch
I’m just trynna make sh#t pop
I’m just trynna make us rich
I’m just trynna get a watch
I’m just trynna get some drip
I’m just trynna be the boss
I know i’m gon get that sh#t
I know i’m gon make a hit
I know i’m gon make us rich
I know i’m bouta be up at the top, cause i’m the f#cking sh#t
King of the game, king of the rap
Bars hit you right in your head like a bat
I’m making sh#t that gon spread when you hear it, but won’t make you sick like when they ate the bat
Only thing sick is my flows, stay on my toes, ima be with the pros
Trigger finger, when i trigger trolls
Gotta keep a trigger, when i trigger hoes
Gotta keep a trigger when i roll through the streets
Feel like a pulled the trigger when i murder beats
This the trigger talking this that killer rap
I feel like a killer when i’m killing tracks
We be getting money, throw it up, we too hot to handle
Ima get that stick and if it buss, it’s too hot to handle
Money in the bank, we getting paid, no need to runaway with it
Ima keep that thang, and if it bang, there ain’t no running away from it
We be getting money, throw it up, we too hot to handle
Ima get that stick and if it buss, it’s too hot to handle
Ima do some sh#t to make me rich and then ima take ya b#tch
We gon grab the chop and then we hopping out to go and spray ya clique
Ain’t sh#t sweet we gon pop em but this ain’t pop
Diamonds on my silver watch
Y’all love whatever i drop
New car goes faster then your numbers when they drop
And they always gonna drop
Yeah you always gonna flop
Cause you ain’t got talent but they say you do to gas you up, that sh#ts like a kid who lost the game but still got a trophy
I be spitting this up on the mic so i can trash you bruh, i know you can’t handle the heat and this sh#ts getting toasty
They say my chance to make it is 1 and a million and that’s why i’m the one
That’s why i always keep a drum, spraying at yo boys for fun
They say i’ll never make it but i ain’t stopping until i’m popping
Drop a track, it always charts
Going gold, i’m number 1
We be getting money, throw it up, we too hot to handle
Ima get that stick and if it buss, it’s too hot to handle
Money in the bank, we getting paid, no need to runaway with it
Ima keep that thang, and if it bang, there ain’t no running away from it
We be getting money, throw it up, we too hot to handle
Ima get that stick and if it buss, it’s too hot to handle
Ima do some sh#t to make me rich and then ima take ya b#tch
We gon grab the chop and then we hopping out to go and spray ya clique
We be getting money, throw it up, we too hot to handle
Ima get that stick and if it buss, it’s too hot to handle
Money in the bank, we getting paid, no need to runaway with it
Ima keep that thang, and if it bang, there ain’t no running away from it
We be getting money, throw it up, we too hot to handle
Ima get that stick and if it buss, it’s too hot to handle
Ima do some sh#t to make me rich and then ima take ya b#tch
We gon grab the chop and then we hopping out to go and spray ya clique
Find more lyrics at westlyrics.com
Disclosure: As an Amazon Associate and an Apple Partner, we earn from qualifying purchases
Young JD – CRYSTAL CLEAR
Young JD – AIR FORCE ONES
Young JD Lyrics – TOO HOT TO HANDLE