Diss Money

[Hook]
How can this money be real?
I'm making more still
How can this money be real?

[Verse 1]
None of these haters are above me
And I ain't tripping on these rappers cause all of them ugly
These rappers jealous, and they don't ask me for features
Cause they know I'll have they main dish under the bleachers
So I chill solo, just riding it out
Kicking it real, that's what it's all about
Now speaking of teachers, let me show you how to mall
It's gone be me standin' tall when I hit that issue
I'mma be coming through banging [?]
Talk out the speaker
I'mma be the one that's gone let them know the heater
In the [?] when I told em how to mall
It was me that was kicking it all on ya'll
These 20s crawl, and I hit em all with that gat
Saying, "Yeah, what's [?]?"

[Hook]
How can this money be real?
I'm making more still
How can this money be real?
How can this money be real?
I'm making more still
How can this money be real?

[Verse 2]
It's all mine, I can't believe this money
I can't believe it...
Keep on stacking paper while I just stang stunny
Just stang stunny...
And it's so funny
It's so funny...
These haters keep acting like some wannabe dummies
Wannabe dummies...
The money's still mine
And the chainpiece still shines
These haters act out of line
So now it's death time
In your grave, you still won't forget my name
Even when you sleeping
You still got Viper on your brain

[Hook]
How can this money be real?
I'm making more still
How can this money be real?
How can this money be real?
I'm making more still
How can this money be real?
It's all mine