HOOK:
What's the hold up, I've been waiting for my money when it show up /cause when the check come thru that's when I go up / you know it doesn't come free what's your MOTIVE, what's your motive, what's your motive / I've been waiting for my money when it show up /cause when the check come thru that's when I go up / you know it don't come free what's your MOTIVE, what's your motives, what's your motives

FIRST VERSE:
They freeze up when it's time to pay them duckets / no lips clucking put the chips in the bucket / you've been talking where's the P notification / me & my boo been waiting to go on vacation / my pockets ain't straight trying to get them pesos / not straight enough trying to get like Jeff Bezos / to Amazon to Bali back to Japan / I'm sick of being broke I'm trying to be the man / Sick of not having sick of being laughed at / I'm sick talking send the money to my cash app/ Rappers want a verse but ain't paying / I ain't playing / continue dodging the words..... that I'm saying / will get you shook up, took up to the heavens / treat me like the IRS or the Reverend / want tithes & offerings cause I got offsprings you clueless like that puppy if you thought this was a free thing

SECOND VERSE
We fell out over petty transactions / I'm upset cause you ain't really bout actions/ can give a hoot about a clique or a faction / guess it's real (what) law of attraction / I felt sorry, but you played me like Atari / more like a Sony / your efforts were so bologna/ no diss to Sony the graphics yup was that clear / should of known the same buffoonery every year / can't give a dollar or favor to your neighbor / cause when they turn their backs it cut just like some razors/
especially when they're hiding their motives/ cause when it's out in the open that stuff is explosive 2x/
So spare me with the bad news really what's the hold up / if it ain't right they hidden their motives

THIRD VERSE
Thought that I told you to put the cash in the bag / five years is gone that lil cash didn't last /
back on my robbing spree/ these bill collectors bothering me /back on my charging fee / I need to hit the lottery /ohh wee I think I came upon a lick / found some work up in Atlanta lucky 7 Michael Vick / let's get this Duffle Bag and get it back to Florida / where them boys drive big trucks in muddy waters you heard the man don't find yourself up in surgery / you in some pliers, more like some fire like 3rd degree / what a man would do for respect & his lively hood / but you rather play with the matches set fire to the wood / they think it's all good, but the money all short / I want smoke with these n**** just like they're Newports/ by the packs until these rats show up with my racks / vocals like axe sharpened blades cutting thru the tracks