Lyrics:
Let’s- Let’s talk money i talk that
I I I talk that let me- Let me- Let me talk-
Uhhhhhhh! Money by the ton
Bricks from crumbs billionaire from nothin
and drugs
Too many girls getting pregnant by wanna be thugs
Cant pay the child support let alone the hugs
Shit only thing the kid gets is probably a hug
I
[Hook Part 1 - Mr. GZus]
When you want to get this loot (right now)
When you want a Benz coupe (right now)
When you thug niggas gon' shoot (right
That's my brother Mr. Kane
Mr. Abel
10 g's on the table
Bringin hoes ass niggas to they knees
To the coffin from the cradle
Lick the salt when I
Who want to get stuck up
Or get fucked the fuck up?
Blucka, blucka blowe!
Bitch nigga your lucks up
Yo, I'm about to pull the plug out
Thug
what she need she wanna be Mrs. Wright
All them plays I done made
Boy I should've been in Vype
It don't take much to bag her I catch her she giggle
Come
on the weekends (ooh baby)
I want to be the 'G' that your girlfriends brag about, that's what talkin' bout
Ohhh girl come and let me show you what a thug's about
'm non-fragile when I walk the streets
I rock with Force MDs not a force
Chin check is in effect, catch wreck
(Put him in a yoke, snap his neck)
Mr. M-E-F
(The
(TJ produced it)
Ooh-whoa, oh-oh, oh
I used to call you my lil' bro, you went and broke the code
Oh, yeah
Uh (Key Gang got the keys jumpin')
It's my time (Rick Ross)
It's my time (Finna' lay back on this shit man)
(Dade County dope boy)
I'm not a slim thug, I'm a fat mack
I don't
presumptions
The rap game in Kerala need a villain I filled it
Hated by everyone 'cause my disses keep killing
South side I thought you shared those feelings
meep
Swagger splashy, front row be soaking
Bangers classy, ma tunes are golden
I'm real chatty, thug shells reloading
Sponsored by ACME - cuz I
where we stay
I know this 'lil nigga man he only five feet three
Napoleon complex that's what I see
He pack a four to five when he walking through
an injustice, to judge me by yesterday, when I have moved on..."
[Billy Danze:]
Since it's a brand new year, I got a brand new attitude
And a brand new way
all my problems and throw em in blunts
I roll me another we smoking that kush
She put it on me I’m taking her under
Come here lil baby I’ll pay for
like a army truck
Big dawg niggas know whats up
Run em over im a real thug
In my city people showing love
Lil bro but im big cuz
Poped out now i got em
pourin'
My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girl
In the stomach, he robbin' niggaz who pumpin'
Lil' blood got popped, by the group home cat
I'm blacker than Mr. Po
They try to come between us i'm lettin that blicky blow
XVT don't die baby, my clique the meanest
Lil shawty sneak by you
These fuck niggas keep calling me, had to change my phone
Had to slam my door, hey had to slam my door
Mr. Yellow and white gold, I'mma keep bagging
walk
Don’t fuck with me
Bitch what you thought it was
Don’t talk, don’t breathe
When I walk by
Don’t fuck with me
I won’t say no names
But I
'm taking shots of purple water, lil' bitch, I ain't tipsy
I think his thot want a rich nigga and his pockets empty
Call that lil' nigga R. Kelly 'cause he
Lil Momma
If you hold it down by you designer
Please don't make it hard to show my love
I done got addicted you're my drug
Lil Momma
If you hold it
be good, everybody be great
Ain't nobody trippin' bad without no food on they plate.
My lil' sister said I'm rich, I said money grow on them trees
I
of a thug caught in the devil's lap
On the streets I was invincible
Cowards would duck at a glimpse if they knew
What my pistol would do, a fuckin' killa
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