Makin' G's

Sample: Makin G's, ma-makin g's, makin g's, ma-makin g's, ma-makin g's, ma-makin g's, half a million dollars, half a million dollars, half a million dollars on my lap, on my lap Verse 1: I'm all about my bacon-cheese, I told that money, "wait for me." Foolin out from A-Z, so basically don't play with me Smoke a bowl, cookin coke, fuckin hoes in vacancy Stash house from Cali to Raleigh belong to Crazy G Good police and fake police, you hate police, I pay police Either or I even score, I bring in more you pay for lease They compare my weed stinks to deceased arm pits Fire arms, muscle up, south beach, I fucked it up Hotel erotica, VH1 exotica Rental yacht, Key West, call that pussy Nautica Man, I swear all I got is a Goddess Stop to acknowledge her Pradas on my property, lotta cheese and broccoli Fake tits, fake lips, I just call her counterfeit Put her down, pick her up, it's back to who I found her with Haitian leaves, wrapping Jamaican trees Haters prey on me cause I be makin G's Nigga we be... Hook: Makin G's, ma-makin g's, makin g's, ma-makin g's, ma-makin g's, ma-makin g's, half a million dollars, half a million dollars, half a million dollars on my lap, on my lap Verse 2: All this money got me rollin with them fly bitches Do or die bitches, them ain't yours, you a liar, them is my bitches I got a white bitch, I got a dyke bitch I got a love to shoot dice, love to fight bitch I got a love to mix the lean with the sprite bitch Sorry baby, I can't make it, got another flight bitch But you know what? But you know what? Man all them bitches... Hook: Makin G's, ma-makin g's, makin g's, ma-makin g's, ma-makin g's, ma-makin g's, half a million dollars, half a million dollars, half a million dollars on my lap, on my lap Verse 3: I feel like Lil' Phat, how I count my money backwards A savage in the trap, bumpin Webbie while we wrap up Rubber bands, duffle bags, prada, gucci, louie rags Whole lotta fire arms, lights off, laser tag Half a million dollars on my lap, what the fuck is that? Call that pack, that Pheonix Jones, I open up, it's running back No bitches don't work for me, my niggas where that money at My momma know she birthed a G, her son be worth 100 racks Money money money, and all I know is money homie Go and get some choppas maybe you can take it from me homie Me and Badass, smokin loud all wild Keep some ecstasy and liquor lean, couldn't slow me down Bitches used to walk past, but them hoes know me now Got them bitches pumpin pounds, till the shop close down Flight to Louisiana, my niggas with country grammar But don't ever get it twisted, they poppin tags and hammers Hook: Makin G's, ma-makin g's, makin g's, ma-makin g's, ma-makin g's, ma-makin g's, half a million dollars, half a million dollars, half a million dollars on my lap, on my lap ||There's definitely a few mistakes, I was just trying to get a rough guess of my interpretation up.||