Lyrics:
the eight, three in the club
Dumbing out, drunk in fronta the airbrush
Backdrop ones out, five dollars for bitches wit the guns out
Juggle for a couple days
TRACK
I REPRESENT NEW YORK
I GOT IT ON MY BACK
NIGGAZ SAY DAT WE LOST IT
SO I'MA BRING IT BACK
I LUV DA DIRTY, DIRTY
'CAUSE NIGGAZ SHOW ME LUV
THE LADIES
I'm raw like the coke my boys be sellin' fiends
need to make cream, be financial, make papers
if niggaz front take it by force like a rapist
niggaz look
till I exit the startup
Money over bitches
Riches over women
Money for the power
That I might be forgiven
Baby look me in my eyes
You don't look... look
Kings
I am not at home in this world
Andele andele nigga with my pesos
Got some real bitches
I done fucked a few fake hoes
Gangstas in the game but most
Count up count up now you say
I can't spend money on a trick
I was down bad on my dick
Now this Money doing flips
NIGGAZ diamonds is doing tricks
Top
kin, I'm saying tho
That nigga like shit, thirsty for the bitches
Sagging my pants and shit
Paid this much for the belt, I better crack a bitch
live inside a circus town
Blunts by the boxes and it's nothing but that chronic
Like it's Dr. Dre in '92, depends what I climb into
So astronomical my
Because it's not relevant but still she gotta do it
I do what I want to do the boys in the blue
want to fuck with the niggaz in my crew
Knowin it's
How can I be my brother's keeper when I can't reach him
He take offensive when I would teach 'em but was always seeking
A steady shoulder for those
a cutie with thighs and you live for dinero
But, me and my team drop, shit overseas
Then bounce wit' the ounce that's thick and Japanese
I'm a goodfella,
thorough
You a cutie with thighs and you live for Dinero
But, me and my team drop, shit overseas
Then bounce wit' the ounce that's thick and Japanese
I'm
I got all these lil' bitches asking me for my sign
I got all these bitches fuckin' with my mind
These bitches they tryna waste all of my time
But I
cowabungna
I took my gutta bitch to california
She say she a hot girl for the summer
Riding that big body like a hummer
These niggaz aint hitting, they more
balls in energy, man kind yearns for Remedy
Rival countries declare war for control of the land
Money and power, man, but Street's is demand
By
their gain
From my bag, from my money, from my cheddar, from my cash
They don't want me for my heart, they only want me for my money
All these bitches
the broads but really I'm not
I just got my name too hot
Tossed too many hoes wit niggas that talk a lot
Hook
I don't support these bitches
I go to court
the field
Big Ball, Fatboy, unload heat when my brain spill
You for it, images without no coke connect pills
We keep it crunk and poppin' real niggaz know
abantu by living the vice life
You turning a blind eye
Cause loyalty is everything
But between loyalty and being take for granted man there is a fine line
overload
Callin a Uber lil bitty bitch you gotta go
It’s probably clientele that’s tweaking at the store
Send em the addy them bitches pull up by the 4
Send
my well being
I used to hurry up and sell fee (2 for 5!)
Like I ain't worried for the jail scene (fuck cops)
'Til I got knocked, yeah observed in my
Man I'm ready for war, if any my niggaz get killed
[Chorus]
[David Banner - Outro]
If ya ride around town in his truck
Put his keys in the air
And I'm
And she's
And we
Always
You're not
And I
On ya whole fucking life
Ok I sit back count a stack
Tell my bitch to count another
Hurting niggaz
I'm protecting the merch
Trap house if you ready sign up for work
100 if you fronted have my bread by the first
That's a bad bitch n I like her
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