Neat (Explicit) - Q Money
Lyrics by：Nosakhere Andrews/Qamar A. Williams
Think it's a game
Think it's a game
N***as ain't f**kin' with me
N***as ain't f**kin' with me
N***as ain't f**kin' with me
It's Q Money ain't s**t
Yeah
I like my money real neat
Just like I like all my freaks
You said you're f**king with me Imma just sip my lil tea
She let me f**k her for free
She charged your a*s a fee
F**k her on top of the cover
Then I still change the sheets
Wrist cost a quarter key
My wrist cost a quarter key
I keep the gang with me
'Cause they goin' bang for me
Keep goin
I show my a*s out in public
You'd do the same s**t if you came from nothing
I made it out n***as say I got lucky
I'm doin' my thing only God can judge me
My teachers done f**ked me
But now they wanna f**k me
I'm stunting' I keep me some bands in the duffle
That's Louis V
When I was trappin' I didn't touch nothing
My lil n***as servin' for me on the huff
B***h I'm on fire these h*es wanna puff me
Saint Laurent shades got me feeling like Puffy
Ain't it ironic that h*e called me ugly
Now ain't it ironic that b***h wanna f**k me
She wanna suck me
I'm gettin' money
I been sayin' ain't s**t funny
I get that bag and I blow that
Say you get money then show that
This is Q money not Kodak
Watch where you brinin' your h*e at
I like my money real neat
Just like I like all my freaks
You said you're f**king with me
Imma just sip my lil tea
She let me f**k her for free
She charged your a*s a fee
F**k her on top of the cover
Then I still change the sheets
Wrist cost a quarter key
My wrist cost a quarter key
I keep the gang with me
'Cause they goin' bang for me
Keep goin
I show my a*s out in public
You'd do the same s**t if you came from nothing
I made it out n***as 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 b***hes that play with their nose
Most of my n***as still servin' that dough
When I was servin' fiends blew up my phone
I blew up the pack I made that s**t 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 I smell like a sack
Why 'cause I got them racks
Hit the club popping Moet
Yeah
Hit the strip club and throw it
Yeah
You got d**e then smoke it
Yeah
I'm still pistol totin'
Yeah
Momma told me stay focused
Yeah
Everybody know I'm chosen
Yeah
Most of these h*es 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
N***as ain't tough we expose 'em
Yeah
N***a you ain't tough we expose 'em
Yeah
I like my money real neat
Just like I like all my freaks
You said you're f**king with me
Imma just sip my lil tea
She let me f**k her for free
She charged your a*s a fee
F**k her on top of the cover
Then I still change the sheets
Wrist cost a quarter key
My wrist cost a quarter key
I keep the gang with me
'Cause they goin' bang for me
Keep goin
I show my a*s out in public
You'd do the same s**t if you came from nothing
I made it out n***as say I got lucky
I'm doin' my thing only God can judge me
