Had to do it by myself ya I was lonely

Had to do it by myself ya I was lonely I got money in the bank it don’t control me I got some potnas say they’ll do any thing for a Rollie They be hitting licks selling work and dodging police Oh hell naw Naw this money don’t control me I don’t need no one to know me I don’t need the lights an the fame I rather be lonely the money don’t control me When it come to crabs in buckets ain’t no division But I’m the type to brake bread with a flock of pigeons Fuck the judge jury and the jurors diction I ain’t snitchin If they put me on the stand right hand ima tell that lie Naw the money don’t control me but ima count some brands while these other niggas out hereberly getting by And they mad at the way I berly even got to try