by Young Jeezy (feat. Rich Homie Quan)
I got a lot going on, what the fuck I’mma do?
Would you sit back until this shit happen to you?
You just doing your thing preoccupied being boss
But the suckers ain’t happy unless you’re taking a loss
See, I keep real shit, I’m like a motor while talking
I be the king of this shit, y’all drop some roaches while walking
I pulled up in my rose, I jump out with some house
I’m drape up in this, go, she saw me, wants to be chose, let’s go
You be talking with me a lot, I ain’t heard none she said
No pressure on no money, I done ran up a lil’ check
And I’m tired, I’m tired
You be talking with me a lot, I ain’t heard none she said
No pressure on no money, I done ran up a lil’ check
And I’m tired
Ain’t no pressure on no money, baby
I’m tired
Ain’t no pressure, squeezing rock hard enough, it make a diamond
Hear you niggas talking too much, I get to grinding
Only we mixing their songs, our shorty loaded
Used to hit that, bang their head with them songs, this shorty know that
I’mma do me and I did, I’m blessed where I go
Roads go jack up, I did it, just ask Roscoe
Pushed it, don’t count it up, I knew it was gonna blow
There were two chain then, now a nigga be rocking four
Me and J DJ ‘magic city, drinking champagne, just like you wanna
Put Future on this song, let’s call it way to go
Give me 12 bars and I ain’t wait to go
You be talking with me a lot, I ain’t heard none she said
No pressure on no money, I done ran up a lil’ check
And I’m tired, I’m tired
You be talking with me a lot, I ain’t heard none she said
No pressure on no money, I done ran up a lil’ check
And I’m tired
Ain’t no pressure on no money, baby
I’m tired
Said Young, what you forgot where you from
Said I dream of leaving there every night, bitch, is you dumb
How you think you made this far? ‘Cause God’s with me
Row in here with two of them girls, a ménage with me
When I’m gone, nigga, grow my verses, just like a strip shop
My conscience and my past got me drinking this hard liquor
I swear I could tell you some stories to make you cry
Man, I swear this shit would kill you inside, it’ll make you die
Ain’t no pressure on no money
I’ve been on it for a decade, do this shit for Bobby, throw the game, I call a decade
Just tipped the other day, I dive, I get shit
Now we’ve been getting brunch, you tired of this shit
Ain’t no pressure on no money, baby
But I’ve been swaying for you running, baby
I’ve got more problems than they coming, baby
But I could take no break, funny money, baby
You be talking with me a lot, I ain’t heard none she said
No pressure on no money, I done ran up a lil’ check
And I’m tired, I’m tired
You be talking with me a lot, I ain’t heard none she said
No pressure on no money, I done ran up a lil’ check
And I’m tired
Ain’t no pressure on no money, baby
I’m tired
Ain’t no pressure on no money, baby
I’m tired
