Living Proof feat Rasco

Now I turn my phone off so niggas can't reach me /
They be talking bullshit nothing they can teach me/
Attitude kind of rude and ornery/
No time for you dirty laundry I got my own load/
Own code I'm a follow to a T /
I respect niggas showing respect to me/
Respect my hustle or respect my G/
Or I'm a flip, get a clip and semi auto dump 3/
Now I play the villy when the club looking silly/
Maybe ground zero the rest is not really/
Then chop it with Ras, Rytmus, Wich and Emdee/
Bar Fly, D Jeff, Brandon Indy/
Mad Skill little big, Tuco and Preston/
C.Monts, La4 but still I'm my best friend/
I'm bout paper cause my son can't eat air/
And me short changing him it just wouldn’t be fair/

Now we don't give a fuck so you better get your ass and get it on the floor
Make money money make money money

[RASCO]

Now the coming out the wood works trying to see how the wood works/
But most are too simple to see/
But I don't need 'em they pussy or to feed 'em /
Cause it ain't doing nothing for me/
Now my time short nigga move or get move past/
I'm an asshole I don't mind to be viewed as/
I don't kick it with hoes bitch niggas or loser/
Or broke ass cock sucking mother fucking users/
Excuse I ain't stank but frankly I done did it/
These bitches ain't new I know every nigga that hit it/
I'm hood to 'em telling shorty to roll up/
And you clinging on to the broad, I'm like hold up /
I am in it but I am not of it, these other niggas love it/
What the fuck is wrong with yall/
Missing the Bronx and this shit got me feinding /
Niggas out here forgetting them self they dreaming/

You know we don't give a fuck/
So you better get you ass and get it on the floor/
Make money money make money money