I’m on the money hunt, makin’ millions
With no sleep, tell me “Do the dash”
We them n#gg#s, we the squad, who you think you is?
A lotta money, guns and drugs so I can never sleep
Money countless, count the profit, the rest is up to me
Foreign club, throw me work and y’all about to eat
They ask “you like the ‘gram?”, I say “if it stand on beef”
You ain’t 300, gettin’ sick, I don’t ever sleep
Ask me, I get it, I don’t never sleep
Keep the streets sweeper with me in case I gotta sweep the streets
A lotta plugs, a lotta drugs and they bring ’em all to me
I’m with Gino Marley The Great smokin’ the strongest weed
Got bond money for the cases that we finna beat
Ridin’ ’round on yo block, 2 killers in backseats
Them Glory Boyz, they totin’ hammers
Light a n#gg# top up then light his block up
Shootin’ out the doors, got enough for the roasters
f#ckin’ with the squad, terrors and they monsters
Countin’ a n#gg# money, b#tch I want face not f#ck you
f#ck n#gg#s fake, can’t trust, imposters
f#ckin’ with the squad, terrors and they monsters
Countin’ a n#gg# money, b#tch I want face not f#ck you
You ain’t got no money to buy Trues nor watches
Money on the curb, he a roofboy roaster
You ain’t got no money to buy Trues nor watches
Money on the curb, he a roofboy roaster
I’m on the money hunt, makin’ millions
With no sleep, tell me “Do the dash”
We them n#gg#s, we the squad, who you think you is?
A lotta money, guns and drugs so I can never sleep
Money countless, count the profit, the rest is up to me
Foreign club, throw me work and y’all about to eat
They ask “you like the ‘gram?”, I say “if it stand on beef”
You ain’t 300, gettin’ sick, I don’t ever sleep
I can never sleep, b#tch, I’m too busy coutin’ faces
Copped a Beamer, gold and white vellanos ’cause it match the bracelet
Plus I got this loaded .40 up in case you try to take it
Run up on me, ain’t no hesitation, b#tch, I’m tryna make it
Scared of nothin’, now you see me stuntin’, I got a b#tch to check it
I just f#cked her face and tell her keep it ’cause I think she basic
All I want to see is green faces, b#tch, I’m racist
Got a lot of cash, do a lot of drugs
I’m a young n#gg# f#ckin’ a lot of hoes
Better cut your boy ’cause she mug the squad
And she come speedin’ then she gotta go
We run them b#tches then run ’em back
Spend them racks ’cause I got a sack
Play with us, we in all black, Gino tote a .50 and a chrome mac
I’m on the money hunt, makin’ millions
With no sleep, tell me “Do the dash”
We them n#gg#s, we the squad, who you think you is?
A lotta money, guns and drugs so I can never sleep
Money countless, count the profit, the rest is up to me
Foreign club, throw me work and y’all about to eat
They ask “you like the ‘gram?”, I say “if it stand on beef”
You ain’t 300, gettin’ sick, I don’t ever sleep
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Capo Lyrics – Squad