Lyrics:
a pocket full of dough
The bottle of the dro
With dreams of fucking some R and B hoe
They call me N-O-Y-D baby
From QB baby don't hate me
We live, I rep
ain't leaving rich
And leave my kids a grip
I let my blood drip off in this thug shit
You can be touched, I catch you slippin' while I'm on a money
a nigga gettin' money so young
How I get from the pen, all the way to Berlin
I've been to Switzerland skiing and pimp I'm goin' again
It ain't nothin'
Aight
Ay Ay
Ay
Wait, wait
This shit go stupid right here yeah
Cut me up bro
Woah
Look
Thankin' God for the blessings
Gotta watch my back, things are
my swagger at a all time high
Shit its a damn shame homie I don't even try
Get money mofo is all you hear me reply
If y'all don't like me then
my swagger at a all time high
Shit its a damn shame homie I don't even try
Get money mofo is all you hear me reply
If y'all don't like me then
only drive me crazy
I don’t need to ask no one, I’m the only one that raised me
Rolling like the top dog, Smoking that dro
Pass by and all the PoPo’s
the fuck shit (No no)
I ain't going to the kickback, I ain't going to the function (No no)
I be chillin by my lonely, like I'm trapped in a dungeon (For
you fuckin' with me
I got my mind right, money right, life right, weight right
Can you see me cuttin' the beef like a steak knife?
Don't stay up late,
More money, more problems, tell me what's worse
Gettin' audited by the government, givin' up millions to the IRS
Or havin' to take a paternity test
All I ever think about is cash, gotta get paper, get some money hungry
All these bitch ass police always hatin', gotta keep somethin' on me
Wake up,
guaranteed to lean ya man (Whoa)
I'm the reason that your block is vacant
Malicious will hit ya just to make a statement
Bitch! Clipse and Cash Money who
I got no time for the lames or the fake
I started by cuttin off snakes
Im just tryna go an get me sum cake
Roll sum cookie now im finna bake
Big ole
Writing checks you ain't gone cash, I guess yo money funny
I embraced the hate, cause shit it made me famous
Folks steady talking on my name but yet they
gon hide me in home when they lookin' for me
[Young Dro]
We the neighborhood superstar
Pimp a Chevy pullin' hard
Thousand dollars worth
Ladies and gentle-man!
You are now tuned into the very best!
A jazzy finzzale!
Product-shinzzale!
Young Dro!
Slim Thugga!
You don't see
Ayy, ayy, y'all ain't gon' know nothin' about this shit here, man
For real, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Young Dro in this bitch, man, I'm tryna tell you,
Ayy, ayy, y'all ain't gon' know nothin' about this shit here, man
For real, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Young Dro in this bitch, man, I'm tryna tell you,
Young Savage this motherfuckin' mink jacket (21)
VVS look like a star, yeah
I took the top off the car
We don't abide by the law (no)
You don't know
Like do it nigga, do it nigga
Young money yep I want a blockhead ho
The block said, "Dro you need to drop" well here it go
Let's go hey, gone, gone
Man,
nothing
Money, money, money, money
They pray for easy money
Everybody want some money
To spend it all on dope shit
Showing ruby rings and Ferraris to see
Yea I switched it up
Focused on money and cash and I gotta bag now I'm the one bring us up
I'm who gone put on a mask and spin do that dash and leave
Don't talk to me lil bitch don't talk no shit
I got dram on me, bands 7 racks by my drill
Shawty love to pop the pills no shit
I'm in the crib with too
to go
If you got cash money then you feel this shit
And if you rollin' on them things then you feel this shit
If you drunk off in the club then you feel
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