Hell Rell I'm About My Money Bitch (Feat. J.R Writer) Lyrics

Hell Rell:
Okay, I'm all about my money b____
Hell Rell, I'm all about my money

Verse 1
Hell Rell:
Yo, blow money in large amounts
n____z hate when these cars is out
Lamborghini this, Porsche that
Can he afford that, yeah he bought that
Naw n____, when I got my deal I ain't act like I was all that
Put up start-up money so my n____z can eat
Supply the hustlers with more crack
Sent n____z outta town with pounds of the piff
Told 'em get rich
Stack that change n____, cent by cent
Then learn that your license plate done homeboy switched your whip
It's true holmes
Them boys may be tapping your Boost phone, get a new phone
P-89 Ruger, two-tone
This my house n____ not a group-on
If a n____ run up I'm bussin' the Glock
Other than that, then I'm huggin' the block
I'm feelin' like Killa Cam and Little Weezy b____
What's good you gon' suck it or not
If not then get the f___ out the drop
Look how the diamonds is huggin' the watch
I'm nice with the flow man
But I'm getting paid from the blow man
s___, I'm stuck in the spot

Hook
J.R. Writer:
Better have my money b____
You better have my money b____
Better have my money b____
You better have my money b____
Better have my money b____
You know why

Verse 2
J.R. Writer:
Uh, I'm bad, bad to the bone
Back to the lab, back in the zone
Back of the 'Lac wit' a bag full of stones
Caps in the chrome, come scrap with Stallone
That's that Rambo ammo famo
Better leave the scraper alone or it's back to this home
Try to take the hat off his dome
I don't know why they touch J.R.
Like the vet ain't hard or I'd F they broad
Like I don't come through in the SKR
With the SK pa and the ese squad
That'll bag you, drag you up a couple blocks to the spot where the eses are
Since he wanna front like he next in charge
He'll be in the trunk of a next man's car
Pa, I'm sick as they come
Chips from a crumb, live by the gun
Dip when it blown, go for the deck
Throw up the set, b____ where you from
I'm a Harlem n____, problems n____, it'll be 50 to 1
But I rather do your b____ and have her lookin' at me like she got a d___ clip on her tongue

Hook
Hell Rell:
Ruger, okay, I'm all about my money
Where my money (Hell Rell)
I'm all about my money
Where my money b____
Yeah, I'm all about my money
Where my money

Verse 3
Hell Rell:
Sell some p____, suck some d___
Walk the track, hug the strip
I don't give a f___ if he slapped yo' momma
d___ right b____, I want every last dollar
Daddy need 22's for his new Porsche
Daddy need flat screens for his new loft
You got the job, you hired
Be at the office at 9, I'm your new boss
New gun in town, get used to me
You're washed up old man, I'm what you used to be
One b____ for the night but it's usually 2 or 3 that's s_______ me
Plus a shot for the Bronx, 2 for Weeks
That's my hood n____, that's my block
Ruger Rell n____, that's what's hot
Look at me wrong, I'ma clap my Glock
Yeah b____, you know the d___ name
Now get your little a__ in this d___ Range
You want some champagne
I ain't goin' nowhere but got a flight book just incase my plans change
Dipset n____, that's the d___ gang
Eastside, Soo-Woo campaign
Look at this n____
Baby-mother car, big brother ring and his man's chain

Hook
Hell Rell:
Ruger, okay, I'm all about my money
Where my money (Hell Rell)
I'm all about my money
Where my money b____
Yeah, I'm all about my money
Where my money