Lyrics:
[Rae & Christian]
You know how we be reckoning white labels hard-to-get
Once again
Live on Grand Central
Next stop - Grand Central
[Mike G
with me
Found out some niggas fucked your wife and we put them bitches to sleep
Ain't going to say your government, I'ma call him by Ricky G
Now Ricky
scale
Money counter and a few big bails
Glass pyrex in a pot up on a stove
Burner phone full of a lot of trap codes
We fed the whole conglomerate
When we
On popping champagne and tipping waitresses
G’d up, what you think this is?
Put your feet up, this the fast
Life mama speed up
Pop the cork, roll the weed up
game is so cold
Saints & Heathens
Live by the code
That's all that we know
Angels & demons
Beauties & Beasts
Bitches & hoes
Prisons & prescients
Stay
grown
Only talk to my prince on the phone
Free J.B. bitch he on his way home
Gotta stick to the code, no matter the weather this clip in my Glock gone be
and doze to pros got called
by the po-po, save it for the phone doe
Bond DeVille, flossin off behind the wheel it's appeal
Took a chill, but I still
the struggle
You know what I'm sayin'?
It's all good, baby baby (check it)
It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! Magazine (uh-huh)
Salt-N-Pepa
slow just to notice
It 'cause depression isn't seen
Maybe if we took time like
The theft of someone's G-
Shocking, ain't it? I've been making
An effort
without you my house is not a home
So why you got my phone
You can't unlock my phone
You ain't got the right
Plus you ain't got the code
You know I'm
do anything else)
Check it out, baby, we're talking to you
Hear this beat, it's done by me
I do them ill beats, ya know what I'm sayin'?
People
Balling with G O D all we do is win
Shout out to the bros
Opening the Holy Book, basing my life, stick to the code
Opening the Holy Book, devil got shook,
take a step back
Started making fan sites of artists that could rap
Pasted some code in an IM to start up
AOL choked, it was frozen on the markup
Came
and check credentials
You live by the code and you die by the code or you get your ass beat like an instrumental
Get your ass popped over perc's and benzos
da g code
I saw dem Jordan's didn't think that I peeped those
Come out dem Jordan's
You know dat I need those
You see dis chain on my neck
Just got
thinkin past bed time
Scared can't sleep, nightmares about fed time
Diamonds, linens, ostrich and all that
Fat shit I'm talkin code cause my phone's tapped
We got checks like Nike
Money excite me
See the cash, ahh, eee
Now the jakes can't stop me
Keep my money overseas
Some where by palm trees
Do this
Growing up in the Calliope New Orleans to be exact g
I had to pack a gat I thought somebody was out to kill me
I'm paranoid I toss and turn in my
leave me
My son looking up to me nigga we eating
Imma go teach him the code breaking the mold
This be the matrix I found out the codes
Hmmm hmmm yeah yeah
faking
And you don't ever seem'em 'round
Boys forever vacant
I was raised by the G's, if you fear it
Face it
Cause when it’s on, hood a scary movie
a ki, real OG's, 36 oz's formed the halves
Goin' for 2 G's
UPT connect, bout stackin', leave ya wet
Niggas who disrespect, my chopper put in check
Big
feel
When It's cold
I can't feel anymore
If I drink
Then I roll up
Heat up by my own
Them fake bitches
Young FigaDro
Don't mix with anyone
Check down
Got
tone, tone, tone, tone)
But I hope that it's 'bout money mayne
I don't wanna hear no other thang
Or you can go ahead and just hang up the phone (phone
I tell your bitch, "Grab my dick! Ha! Now masturbate it!"
Don't catch feelings man
How she not feelin' Cam?
And look her by the waist feelin' like
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