THE MOTIVE

Heard they been looking for Saint, lately it’s been hard to find me Making moves state to state, still got the gang right beside me Same bitches used to decline me, now they tryna me make em a mommy Ya shorty she call me ya highness She gon' do what I say like I’m Simon Fuck is wrong with niggas man? Niggas don't be tryna make no money You know that's the motive You know money is the motive Bout a bag, then you know i’m widdit You know money is the motive Do whatever, b I gotta get it You know money is the motive Called a play, now I'm on a mission You know money is the motive Do whatever, b I gotta get it Ship it Zip it Flip it Remix it Chase it Save it Blow the bag Replace it Ship it Zip it Flip it Remix it Chase it Save it Blow the bag Replace it Heard they been looking for Saint, lately it’s been hard to find me Making moves state to state, still got the gang right beside me Same bitches used to decline me, now they tryna me make em a mommy Ya shorty she call me ya highness She gon' do what I say like I’m Simon Niggas ain’t show me no love, started popping, now they wanna co-sign me? Who is you niggas? remind me They hear my shit, and rewind me They hear your shit, never mind it Niggas wanna realign me Say you gon do it, then try me Stay with the glock like we Siamese Pull up on me, bitch I’m right here Saint Krueger, ima nightmare Dreamy nigga, honeys all around me Cuz a nigga buzzing, more than lightyear... (S) Ahead of these lil niggas Fuck how you feel, I ain’t feeling ya Yeeain’t talking a deal? I can’t deal withcha I’m the King of the Hill, I'm in Hilfigger Stay Melo I’m pulling strings like Gepetto Out in London, I’m blowing on petrol I used to ride on the Metro Now I’m feeling like Othello Thought I told ya, bitch i’m royalty I ain’t even gotta say the name By they way I killed it, they gon' know it’s me 1, 2, 3, Poured a 4 of lean in my soda cream, brodie off a bean Stay strapped with a loaded beam, run up, he gon' let it go for me All of my niggas on go for me Promise you don’t want no smoke with me Extended clip, hold a 40 piece Make a nigga do the shoulder lean Got the plug for the lowest P’s I could put you on for a broker fee Talking money, but he lookin' broke to me Money funny, he a joke to me Two bitches and they both for me That’s ya wife? she a hoe for me She gon open up her throat for me And I'ma buss on her neck like a rosary Said she wanna hit the road with me Said she wanna roll the dope for me Said she wanna hold the pole for me I ain't going to jail, she gon' go for me Sorry baby, I ain’t paying no bail Packs come in, ship it in through the mail Break it down, weigh it up on the scale I turned a quarter ounce into a bale Hell, remember them days I was poor Shoplifting, used to steal from the store Now I book a flight whenever I’m bored Ex miss me, told her book me on tour You know money is the motive Bout a bag, then you know i’m widdit You know money is the motive Do whatever, b I gotta get it You know money is the motive Called a play, now I'm on a mission You know money is the motive Do whatever, b I gotta get it Ship it Zip it Flip it Remix it Chase it Save it Blow the bag Replace it Ship it Zip it Flip it Remix it Chase it Save it Blow the bag Replace it You know money is the motive You know money is the motive You know money is the motive You know money is the motive