Lyrics
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Chorus
Fuck all the money, ain't tryna dance with the devil
Saw his ass in a dream and I told him get up on my level
All the money and power recondition is some special
But fuck a check cause I never finna settle
Fuck all the money, ain't tryna dance with the devil
Nah, I ain't tryna dance with the devil
Fuck all the money, ain't tryna dance with the devil
Told that little ass nigga he couldn't get up on my level
Verse 1
Fuck all the money, ain't tryna dance with the devil
Stop, scheme get the head in plot, just to make my music pop
Told that nigga pass the rock, tryna get some shine
He said "Here, son, look, sit, sign on the line", Fine
What's the deal? 20 bad bitches, a mansion, a couple mill?
For real tho, had to pass, nigga wanted a field goal
This is for real tho
Chorus
Fuck all the money, ain't tryna dance with the devil
Saw his ass in a dream and I told him get up on my level
All the money and power recondition is some special
But fuck a check cause I never finna settle
Fuck all the money, ain't tryna dance with the devil
Nah, I ain't tryna dance with the devil
Fuck all the money, ain't tryna dance with the devil
Told that little ass nigga he couldn't get up on my level
Verse 2
Woke up, put on my draws, time to get paid, janitor
Lifestyle, I'm working and getting plays
Whole stack, but dream I'm wishing that I could make
All that spending back and recouped in a couple days
Relapse, repeat, but spend it in different ways
Cash rule the world, it's heavyweight cash play
RIP, Pac all eyez on me
Devil wanted me to sign to the industry
Could get me, money, power, respect
Hoes, house with a deck, friends faking the ghett
Everything that I net, checks, cars, clothes
You can and you will guarantee play multiple shows
Is what he said, sat me down and pack me on the head
Went and then he smiled and said "We finna stack this bread
Young man, we finna stack this bread"
And this this is what he said
Interlude: Devil
Listen son
If you sign right here on the line, right now
I promise you'll have everything you ever wanted
No questions asked
Hey, don't worry, you're still going to Heaven
I talked to God for ya, I promise ya
Would I lie to you?
Nah, so sign
Ju-Just, ju-just sign!
Dammit, sign
Sorry, I'm sorry
I didn't mean to get that-, I'm sorry
Verse 3
Fuck all the money, ain't tryna dance with the devil
He got a mean too step, put a milli on the table
He said “Here's what you net"
Six months assuming that there is no death, death
What you mean, what you mean, death?
Well, you know, wait, we talk about it later
Just sign that goddamn paper Dax
Fuck, goddammit, ironic huh?
Chorus
Fuck all the money, ain't tryna dance with the devil
Saw his ass in a dream and I told him get up on my level
All the money and power recondition is some special
But fuck a check cause I never finna settle
Fuck all the money, ain't tryna dance with the devil
Nah, I ain't tryna dance with the devil
Fuck all the money, ain't tryna dance with the devil
Told that little ass nigga he couldn't get up on my level
Outro
Prize and I know
Y'all thought that I was unfine
Ain't no needed help 'cause I'm a star, how could I not shine?
Just started killing and this shit ain't even my prime
Record labels calling already, this here is my time, huh
This here is my time nigga, I ain't signing for
I told that little ass nigga he couldn't get up on my level
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