Lyrics:
stopped my set, yo what you yellin bout?
With your middle up calling me sell out
Then security rushed him like a gang fight
Wait, don't kick him out
Man it
bitch I'm back
Know I keep a bad bitch by my side
That's a fact
Plenty bitches popping pills, sucking dick
We on that you gon' run off with the wave
Every
your shine
Enemy of the state, remember P is the ape
Dismember a nonmember entering my estate
Bloody the guns, money
Crowd striker, now cypher studyin'
ten
Two flights a day I be gone now
Barely drive, all my cars sit at home now
Three whips, three chains and they bust down
RBE, SOB bitch we up
Take it to the bridge again
Get all of my folks a new phone
Tell em I'm about to come home
And I'm bringing big money
And I bring a big drink
phone
Tell em I'm about to come home
And I'm bringing big money
And I bring a big drink and I'm tryna warn ya
Block party baby, meat on me
But my
like my .40 was a crutch
I'm workin' with a pair, but bitch, I ain't the one
Might pop one in your head talking 'bout a one on one, huh
Never catch me
much, I let my actions speak
Keep it real player, no shoes on the rug
And she think I'm the plug cus I'm Vietnamese
Black diamonds froze my earlobes like
to warn me but I
Done tried to help for him (my bad)
And I aint even thinkin' bout
The time Im'a get
I'm God's best friend and I
Aint read the Bible yet
Pull up on the block
It's like a motherfuckin parade
Middle of the Loove
Feel like I'm standin on the stage
When I show my face
Watch how the city
catch up, nigga, I came from behind
Nigga, I made up my mind, can't give a fuck 'bout a list
Which end we burning it at?
Loading up magazines, like,
gettin' fucked up
We smoke a pound up in my chevy, rollin' round we makin' credits
I ain't messed up bout no change
We havin' thangs and I'ma remain
wanna give you
Everything you need
7 lonely days
And lonely nights
I been missing you
I just want my baby by my side
Do you miss me too
It doesn't take
'bout your ?accident? no roses, no wish you wells
That ain't money well spent
I wanna know what you were thinkin
As your walls came down
Surprised eyes
I talk that
Shit I give no fucks bout how you feel
Diamonds In my wrist the only thing know how to chill
Why these new niggas don't know the code
Why
and the animosity
Up out the mud through katanas and Benihanas
Make the money doing flips 'til it's Benihanas
I'm a grouch and a motherfuckin' cookie monster
lonely
No one by you in the morning
So you gotta roll up
Just to maybe feel something
Yeah
There's no amount of money
That's gon' save you baby
Know you
Yellow birdie in the logo
We on two plus the ocho
High stakes and my funds low
Honeymoon in the bungalow
No shirt, it's the gun show
Man I'm flexing on my
riff raff
Other rappers lookin like a mismatch
Guaranteed that I'm bout to finish up with some big stats
No cap I been on the grind
Every day I get way
Call me while you winning
Don't wait until you start losing
How You getting money
But rocking rope chains that's the funny part
Paint a bitch face like
thirst, but first my journal high seas
Lyrical, mathematical, razzle and dazzle you
East New York, street talk, step with a better game
Hydrate rhymes like
saying
Looking both ways, watching for them lames
(Nigga talk about it)
Feeling good, money straight, purp on deck
Nigga talk about it (nigga talk about
So the package that we lend ya
Out of respect for ya father
Jell it all and have the money by tomorrow
Just do it how they taught ya
And everything
medicine, cause niggas bout to get sick
Calling me a hater cause I don't ride dicks
Read my lips, we got problems like Bloods and Crips
Love the sound
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