(Verse 1 – YFN Lucci)
Lately I’ve been running round chasing millions
Usually I be running round chasing women, hey
But it’s a lot of Os in the kitchen
We got a lot sold, yeah, we get it
You can’t trust a soul in this business
There a lot of fake love and pretending
I swear I’m spent like a rose up in linens
Sh*t crazy, could have had a role before 20
This is a whole nother 20
I love when that money talk to me
Like your girl when we f**k, she talk to me
She love when I bite on that pu**y
If you searching for love, keep looking
I’m so above these rookies, yeah
I’m so above they looking
Pour up and pour up a cup for your ni**a
Straight out the mud I grew up with them ni**as, hey
A whole lot of pain I promise these ni**as
I don’t f**k with no ni**a
Sh*t is not the same, I swear these ni**as is not the same
Everything changed, all you ni**as changed, yeah, yeah
(Chorus – YFN Lucci, Monica & Boosie Badazz)
This my testimony, yeah, this is mine
I’m so obsessed with money
I gotta keep a weapon on me, yeah
I swear a ni**a gotta keep a weapon on me
I’m somewhere sipping on em
My b*tch always tripping on me, oh
Fake friend went missing on me, oh
But we ain’t even tripping on it, yeah
This my testimony, yeah, my testimony
I swear I’m so obsessed with money, yeah, obsessed with money, yeah
I got to keep a weapon on me, yeah, I keep mine, ni**a
This my testimony, yeah, yeah, yeah, Boosie Badazz, ni**a, I got a testimony
(Verse 2 – Boosie Badazz)
S**t, when I was a local rapper
I traded out sex for money
Made my bi**h write bad checks for money
Shoot off a ni**a whole neck for money
Kept a weapon on me
Had a little man ego
WishingI was Nino before he turned rat though
Tried to whip it on my own in the kitchen at first
But it hurt when it didn’t come back though
Old lady going crazy on me
I’m steady making babies on her
Got blessed, made it off the corner
Now my other baby mommas, now they hating on us
This my testimony
Ni**a, hitting at me with them .45
Prayers every night that I don’t die
Two .40s on my hip cause I go live
Warners Brothers on the line, this is ’05
Now my friends getting a little jealous
Same motherf**kers who I used to shoot pellets
Stealing out the pot, saying Boosie boo selfish
If you steal from a ni**a, to the cops you a tell it
Diabetes, tired of sticking myself, ni**a
On lock down, facing death, ni**a
Came home, blown up then I got cancer
But God found the answer
This my testimony
(Chorus – YFN Lucci & Monica)
Yeah, this my testimony, yeah, this my testimony
I’m so obsessed with money
I gotta keep a weapon on me, yeah, gotta keep it
I swear a ni**a gotta keep a weapon on me
I’m somewhere sipping on em
My b*tch always tripping on me
Fake friend went missing on me
But we ain’t even tripping on it, yeah, this ain’t right
This my testimony, yeah
I swear I’m so obsessed with money, yeah
I got to keep a weapon on me, yeah
This my testimony, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, oh, oh, woah
(Outro – Monica)
This is my, this is my
