Lyrics
I’d rather get money than spend time
I don’t expect you to understand
I gotta get all my friends right
Right now it’s me and these rubber bands
I gotta big up the underdogs
One day we’ll have the upper hand
You know how we go, we run the block
When they ask you, tell 'em I’m the man
I’d rather get money (she just wanna on talk on the phone)
I’d rather get money (Girl please just leave me alone)
I’d rather get money (cos you see that I’m in my zone)
I’d rather get money (I spend all my time…)
I don’t expect you to get it, you can’t expect me to change yeah
I just spent 20 on credit pulled up in a car looking like a spaceship
Ralph just hit me with a edit, hit him back with suggestions and some changes
Source posted it, I read it couple tours
Man I can see the changes
I can see the changes, I can see it in their faces
It might take a little longer
Cos it’s gon' last a little longer
Been a minute, I’ve been off that corner
Member days, couldn’t wait till I was on one
Set the record straight getting pounds or dollars let my phone ring every time
they holla
I’d rather get money than spend time
I don’t expect you to understand
I gotta get all my friends right
Right now it’s me and these rubber bands
I gotta big up the underdogs
One day we’ll have the upper hand
You know how we go, we run the block
When they ask you, tell 'em I’m the man
I’d rather get money (she just wanna on talk on the phone)
I’d rather get money (Girl please just leave me alone)
I’d rather get money ('cause you see that I’m in my zone)
I’d rather get money (I spend all my time…)
Ay yo, big bad sounds you can’t comprehend
Them boy they can’t come to ends
Them boy they can’t come beg friends
Man might slew them running with New Gen
Man’s tryna inspire and push the yute dem
Man do road, man don’t do pen
Gotta lead by example, who’s the truth then?
Pull up on the block in a new coupe then
Do shows and get two two tings
Probably came to the venue by train
But now she’s backstage on a choo choo ting
Talking, she’s on a excuse you ting
Yeah you’re bad, man’s bad to the bone
And that’s why they never choose you king
Yeah you’re bad, real bad for the roads
Right now it’s a music and new new ting
Every time man touch down in shellers
In my adidas creps
Don’t talk on my Stan Smiths, stamp on a man’s Margielas
Man, go stand in the back if you’re jealous
Got a mosh pit looking like chaos
And I ain’t ever asked for a day off
But my spidey sense is all way off
Could you ease off my style? Could you lay off?
I’d rather get money than spend time
I don’t expect you to understand
I gotta get all my friends right
Right now it’s me and these rubber bands
I gotta big up the underdogs
One day we’ll have the upper hand
You know how we go, we run the block
When they ask you, tell 'em I’m the man
I’d rather get money (she just wanna on talk on the phone)
I’d rather get money (Girl please just leave me alone)
I’d rather get money (cos you see that I’m in my zone)
I’d rather get money (I spend all my time…)
Getting that money yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Getting that money yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Getting that money yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Getting that money yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yo, gotta get em in check
Running with the style gotta hit 'em with the work
Any little disrespect mans gotta go flex, go hit 'em where it hurts
Got uptown looking Marbella
Bare pengtings just in for the slayer
Bare TE Dness in the playa
Getting money ringing then I really can’t hear
I’d rather get money
I’d rather get money
I’d rather get money
I’d rather get money