Poor Money Management versuri

Poor Money Management lyrics by YN Jay

Intro
(It’s a Wayne beat)
Ayy, yeah, ayy (Cookin’ with white grease today)
Spent through car uh, uh, nigga died outside (Fuck the fire, we got grease)
Ayy, I know a nigga— shit
I know a nigga that died so quick
It happened so fast, damn
Ayy, ayy, ayy

Verse
I know a nigga walked outside, took a step off the porch, nigga got killed in the grass
Nigga think we ain’t havin’ no drank, they ain’t know we was sippin’ Act’, ayy
House so big, I can’t find where the kitchen at
I told a bitch, „My life is like a movie”, I shoot it in Cinemax
I know a nigga set his best friend up, got damn, he died for that
Five K on a fit just to throw it away, I don’t go to no laundromat, ayy
I know a nigga that told on his brother, where the fuck loyalty at?
Bitch made me mad in a big-ass house, I told her to go to the back
Ayy, bad bitch made me mad in a big-ass house, I went in another room
All this dirty money on the floor, I’ma need me another broom
Bitch, I ain’t have shit when I was young, I wore my brother shoes, ayy
I just woke up rich, I feel like a lucky dude
I sip so much motherfuckin’ drank, I feel like the LUCKI dude
I’m in a place that you can’t bring no gun, I got a gun in the room
I been sittin’ back tryna get that dough, I’m makin’ money moves, ayy
These niggas got poor money management
Every time I get mad, cuss my bitch out, swear I can’t stand the bitch, ayy
He put his family in his beef, he done got his granny hit
Ain’t gon’ lie, I like your mama mama, don’t get your granny hit
She doin’ granny tricks
Bitch suck dick and she ain’t even use her teeth, she doin’ a granny trick
Bitch stayed over, she can’t even find her clothes, don’t know where her panties went
Bitch walked in my room, Bikini Bottom, she on some Sandy shit
They ain’t got no motherfuckin’ money, they gotta anti-up
Hundred thousand get a nigga kidnapped, they finna grab ‘em
Bitch walked in my crib with a big-ass bag, she think she spendin’ the night
Real Beecher nigga put guns down, I only came to fight
Nigga say he ain’t never met a full-body, so I brought a K in his life
I seen Terrence Crawford on Pay-Per-View, I had to pay for the fight
Walk a nigga down, hood on like Grim Reaper, I only came for your life
Bitch, if you ain’t pay me the first time, then you gotta pay me twice
Ayy, bitch, she came to see me twice
I was double booked, I had two shows, she came to see me twice
Police so ho shit when they pulled me over, they ain’t even read my rights
Bro killed a nigga that don’t shit with his time, he don’t even need his life
Ayy, he don’t even need a pipe
He walk up and stab your ass ten times, all he need is a knife
I got 48 Laws Of Power, I had to read it twice
Told the chef, „Before you make my food, make sure my season right”

Outro
Like umm, make sure you put your— put season on the food
‘Cause I need season, I don’t like dry feed with no taste