Money Magnet

Every bitch I had look like they got booty shots

Gunna likes to shoot but not the same object that Kool got

Kool is my photographer, ain't know if you knew or not

East Atlanta, I'm with Mojo, he's got stupid nines

And in this section by myself, I'm a fucking gangster

College bitch say she always wanna fuck a gangster

Foreign cars, out on alley born Russia blades,

In that nine, Glock 9 tucked up in my waist

South side, outside, hustle in the rain

Won't cut no corners, stood on corners for a quarter a day

252, get 4 of them, you got 1008

Public housing, stay from round, smoke out a pound of grapes

Sold bookoo ounces by the thousands in a race for guap

Chip off a block, killer come quickly chip off your block

I heard that it was money on the avenue

Betcha I be stupid racked up by the afternoon

Shawty, a bad bitch, her booty doing magic

Rack's a money magnet, watch her do gymnastics

Say the street lights (pause), just came on

All my girlfriends wondering why I ain't came home

I'm a money magnet, I'm a money magnet

I'm a money magnet, and my pockets got the mumps

Not in a disrespectful manner, but my pants is sagging

I'm in the game of pharmaceuticals, and I ain't bragging

I gave a listen to your music and I started laughing

Wondering who the fuck is you, and when you started trapping

BWA, Bread Winners Association

Ain't got a DOC number, we not associated

Polo logo crazy, only on my underwear

In my closet for hours, undecided on what I'mma wear

I walk around with 60 grand in my 508s

And rings glistening, women giggling, right away

Don't hang out in booty clubs, I don't like to party

Cause bitches from the booty club give me private parties

I heard that it was money on the avenue

Betcha I be stupid racked up by the afternoon

Say the street lights, just came on

And my pockets got the mumps