Married to the Dough

S heeesh i'm just keepin it real

Fresh out the cuffs, I can't trust nobody
Niggas see the lights and they turn outside
Niggas swear to God, on they Mom they sorry
Gotta understand when you
Fuckin with Stanley's
Back at it again,  now we all in the Hamptons
Fingers on the box, cause we all in a mansion
Meeting with the, I just won't understand it
Gotta keep the tools, I'm a
But they just away, just in case they jam us
No minutes on the phone
So I'm poking the family
Ya understand me? No Stanley's
Lookin iffy den the homie start blaming

Cause shit can get ugly
I'm just keepin it real
Gotta thank God, all the niggas I juug
Cause shit can get ugly
And these bitches I don't love them
Cause I'm married to the money

I'm married to the money (the money, money)

Peeking through the blinds
Tryna plot on a meal juggin all these jugs
Got me counting the bills
Getting rid of painful, finna crack on a seal
Dealing with some pain only real niggas feel
Paperwork, paperwork, niggas' squeal
Selling juugs, tryna see what's the deal
Mister Mosley, Mister Mosley
I'm giving her chills
Lingo-bingo, buffin my bills
Taking niggas bitches
They be cuffin they still
She just wanna go, got me up in the hills
Show a little dough
And these bitches the same
The is the ruler, it come with a win

Cause shit can get ugly
I'm just keepin it real
Gotta thank God, all the niggas I juug
Cause shit can get ugly
And these bitches I don't love them
Cause I'm married to the money

I'm married to the money (the money, money)