Straight To The Money Lyrics

Hood straight to the money, pockets is hungry

F**king with me, call you lucky

I see the signs, now it's my time

Steady growing, now you not my type

So I get distance, stick to my instincts

Flip a bag, gotta stay consistent

Stick to my plan, your fella my fan

Steady hiding, he checking my gram

I'm manifesting your type, call them lessons

Always flexing and try to impress

I'm moving low, I don't need a show

Star in my city, y'all bitches gon' know

Alpha Omega, I'm bout this life

Ain't with that wack s**t, that groupie time

Might end up missing, my outcome is different

You weak bitches, y'all stay in y'all feelings

Ya, Ya

Hood straight to the money, pockets is hungry

F**king with me, call you lucky

I see the signs, now it's my time

Steady growing, now you not my type

So I get distance, stick to my instincts

Flip a bag, gotta stay consistent

Stick to my plan, your fella my fan

Steady hiding, he checking my gram

You bitches is jokes, you bitches ain't woke

Do anything to make a show

I ain't the one, so you gotta go

I ain't the one, so you better know

Alpha Omega, I'm bout this life

Ain't with that wack s**t, that groupie time

Might end up missing, my outcome is different

You weak bitches, y'all stay in y'all feelings

Hood straight to the money, pockets is hungry

F**king with me, call you lucky

I see the signs, now it's my time

Steady growing, now you not my type

So I get distance, stick to my instincts

Flip a bag, gotta stay consistent

Stick to my plan, your fella my fan

Steady hiding, he checking my gram

Y'all bitches is jokes, Y'all bitches is jokes

Yeah

F**king with me call you lucky

Ya, Ya, Ya

Y'all bitches is jokes, Y'all bitches is jokes