M-M-Money
I think these stupid n#gg#s thought it was over
Yo get 12, I think these stupid n#gg#s thought it was over yo, aye, hey
I really got on some boss sh#t, I swear that these little n#gg#s is runners
Move through the streets real cautious, he try to play then we putting him under
Had a good day at the office, trap is still open and it’s doing numbers
Ballin’ I feel like the number one stunna
f#ck it I’m wildin’ out for the whole summer
Shorty a baddie and she got a bankroll, f#ck it I’m wildin’ hit that with no rubber
He try to pull me but I had that thang on, f#ck it I’m wildin’ dip under covers
f#ck it I’m wildin’ that money gon dump em’
f#ck it I’m wildin’ that money gon dump em’
f#ck it I’m wildin’ they ducking no trouble
I hate to be the one to burst your bubble
Let me tell you how I grew in a jungle
When I was young, always wanted to hustle
Downtown looking like it’s Royal Rumble
Make n#gg#s run DMC, no Russell
I’m in the back of the Benz smoking truffles
Whole book bag full of chips like Ruffles
In the book bag got a clip like, (boom)
n#gg#s ain’t worried bout no little scuffle
Like I ain’t get this sh#t all off the muscle
It’s 30 gang, got the brains in the muscle
He called the police so we ain’t gonna touch you
She said I’m lame, b#tch I ain’t wanna touch you
Young n#gg# had to get used to the bag
n#gg# got rich I ain’t even have a mixtape
n#gg# got rich I was only 18, couldn’t even go in the club get shitfaced
Diamonds they drunk and they dance, yeah shitfaced
Can’t bring the tool, we got in with the switchblades
Brodie got hot in the hood, had to switch states
n#gg# I ain’t rapping, I’m just talking ’bout life
Worry bout M’s, n#gg#s worried bout ice
When you getting cheese, better worry ’bout mice
And I’m in the V thinking ’bout my guys
I’m in LV getting way too fly
n#gg#s in between trying to play both sides
But they know a n#gg# having real mob ties
How you with the gang if you ain’t gon ride
Can’t f#ck with him cause he ain’t on time
Big bucks n#gg#, I remember them dimes
I’m with a baddie she asking my sign
I’m blowing up, I ain’t wasting no time
World war sh#t like it’s Vietnam
I really got on some boss sh#t, I swear that these little n#gg#s is runners
Move through the streets real cautious, he try to play then we putting him under
Had a good day at the office, trap is still open and it’s doing numbers
Ballin’ I feel like the number one stunna
f#ck it I’m wildin’ out for the whole summer
Shorty a baddie and she got a bankroll, f#ck it I’m wildin’ hit that with no rubber
He try to pull me but I had that thang on, f#ck it I’m wildin’ dip under covers
f#ck it I’m wildin’ that money gon dump em’
f#ck it I’m wildin’ that money gon dump em’
f#ck it I’m wildin’ they ducking no trouble
I hate to be the one to burst your bubble
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