Make Amends (feat. Don Q)

Make the money, I ain't into making friends They was saying fuck me, now they wanna make amends It's a gathering, let the gangsters and players in And the bad bitches that bring they own paper in You can find me wherever you find the money at My hitters in the field full of green like running backs I touch down, delivery clean, a hundred pack They yayo, said something to me, no money back But we ain't sippin' no Waukesha, just a pre-roller Smokin' hot, still a vista Been that bitch, every day my drips look like Easter Still won't miss, and I'm charging niggas tax on features I don't gang bang, but I be with cuz like Skeeter Hella rich, and I still be in a trap like Beepers, bitch If I ever catch a charge, I plead the fifth You be in the ER if I need to lift Rather kill her with punchlines Bob in the weave when they think they can touch mine Bitches start to bite you when you tell them it's crunch time Diamond in the bully, I was skipping a lunch line I'm on that nigga I'm the type of player that'll pick up a bitch with another bitch And have them both tongue kissing a dick Love my shooter cause he always coming cool with the clips Watch him move it, he gonna have you running, spritzing his shit Might pour an eight to the face My homie came home from a body 'cause them people ain't have a trace for a case (nah) Watch how he moving, I can tell a snake by his pace Head up the view and I had my little ones wait by your wake Middle of the jungle, I let my jewelry floss out Old bitches tryna come through now with it, but they lost out (lost out) Shorty, I'm tryna fuck you, let them feelings get tossed out (feelings get tossed out) I hail on like Rapunzel when I'm pulling it all out They tried to replace it, but they just copied and paid (copied and paid) I had to get low, I only play the block on the K-Lock Plus my face probably known by every cop in the state (cop) And what they make in a year I go and drop on the bridge, bitch Make the money I ain't end up making friends They was saying fuck me now they wanna make amends It's the gathering left the gangsters and players hands And the bad bitches that bring it on paper and lunch Make the money I ain't end up making friends They was saying fuck me now they wanna make amends It's the gathering left the gangsters in plain tans And the bad bitches that bring it on paper hands