Offset, Freddie Gibbs - Pain & Strife lyrics

Oh, yeah, yeah
You think you could hang with me yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah
Gotta make that, gotta make that
Gotta make that, gotta make that

Gotta make that money, man
(That money, man, it's still the same now)
Gotta make that money, man
(That money, man, it's still the same now)
Gotta make that money, man
(That money, man, it's still
The same now, yeah, yeah yeah)
Gotta make that money, man
(That money, man, it's still
The same now, yeah, yeah)

Gotta get down for my thang
I push the button, i'm lane switchin'
Say she wanna look up for
Some dinner and drinks
But I don't trick off on them lame bitches
If you hurt 'bout that ho then
I can't be your thang just know that we be
Fuckin' the same bitches
Most these niggas I know do
This shit for the fame
These niggas be rappin', I'm gang spittin'
Said, "These niggas be rappin'
I'm gang spittin'" gang bangin'
(yeah) , I put the 'caine in your Chevrolet
Smokin' on silly Bobby, sittin' sideways
Swivel seat and the center tray
I remember them nights sleepin'
On these bitches couches
I might fuck but I never stay
I was drankin' and gettin' blunted
On an empty stomach
I was blowin' my life away

Now I come through drop-top, fast
And don't play
Pop and cop the stash and get paid
Do the math just like a laundromat
Now I be washin' all this cash that I made
(Skrrt) drop-top, fast, and don't play
Pop and drop the stash and get paid (Skrrt)
Do the math just like a laundromat
Now I be washin' all this cash that I made

Gotta make that money, man
(That money, man, it's still the same now)
Gotta make that money, man
(That money, man, it's still the same now)
Gotta make that money, man
(That money, man, it's still
The same now, yeah, yeah yeah)
Gotta make that money, man
(That money, man, it's still
The same now, yeah, yeah)

I get money, gotta get paid (Paid)
Came from the bottom
Made it out the trenches
Then I made it out the maze (Maze)
Bought the Lamborghini
Coulda bought the Bentley
'Cause I had a better taste (Skrrt)
'Member I was takin' losses 'fore
I was a boss the memories never fade (Loss)
Gave mama a hunnid racks and
Changed up her location (Racks)
Uh, I put diamonds on my wrist, singin'
Fantasia i pull up to my hood in
A coupe to motivate 'em (Motivate 'em)
Finally bossed up
Bought myself up off the label (Boss)
I can't have no conversation
If it ain't opaque (No)
Mansion twenty thousand square feet
With seven acres (Mansion)
I keep cool but I would cook
My opp up like a baker (Cool)
I keep blues inside my Goyard just in case
For safety (Blues)
Maybach, Richard lazy

Gotta make that money, man
(That money, man, it's still the same now)
Gotta make that money, man
(That money, man, it's still the same now)
Gotta make that money, man
(That money, man, it's still the same now)
Gotta make that money, man
(That money, man, it's still the same now)

Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Gotta make that, gotta make that