Lyrics:
21, Gucci gang (Lil Pump)
Savage wear a whole lot of Gucci, mane (Montana)
Savage got a whole lot of shooters, mane (brr)
Savage got shooters
as my witness (God)
I see the Money figures, but best believe dawg I ain’t never finish
Verse 2: JTG
I’m lookin for the propaganda
Mm Excuse me baby
on the sideline and watch me do me
Me and slim rueski getting money like a two piece
From the damn Popeyes like they sell on Tuesdays
I'm flyer than them chicken
I'm talkin' bands, kilos, pounds
So you know I'ma stand my ground
[Verse 2]
Say mane I go by YB Curtis, and you know them bitches lurkin'
cnd I don't
every pistol I got, it ain't on safety
And if I ain't call your back, then bae, I'm gettin' to that money
But I'ma come through, and I'ma fuck ya like
Chorus: I love my girl but I'll let her go Imma Gangsta if you try me I'll let it show I treat the pistol like a bubble I'll let it blow Is there
I've seen money
But baby, I got to gets mo'
You scream and go
2Pac
And I ain't stoppin'
'Til I'm well paid
Bails paid
Now nigga, look what hell
I've seen money
But baby, I got to gets mo'
You scream and go
2Pac
And I ain't stoppin'
'Til I'm well paid
Bails paid
Now nigga, look what hell
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, making money the fly way
But there's
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, making money the fly way
But there's
a little margarita
Mane, them draws comin' off when she see the two-seater
So put your Porche up, (uh)
Get your divorce up, (uh)
I'm sure she'll sign
(boaw, boaw)
Leave him dead, bro, don't call my phone
I'm bein' investigated by DOJ and the Feds
Slime gon' have the money where he stay at
I'm
how a nigga had to start off
(Back gate)
Pumpin' like a mothafucka
(Back gate)
Jumpin' like a mothafucka
(Back gate)
Gettin' money like
baggies in alleys
To where the streets is your family
Gettin' blurred by the same cop
Go to jail for a year and come home
Two of your niggas dropped
of the loop
If they in it then I tell em all to move
Nino get it by the two
If you aint talkin money you on mute
They aint see me, they aint even got a clue
But
drop to your knees
That's the position, assume it bitch
You slip and you're soon to get
Fucked up by a lunatic
Decide to pack a gat
Well that's the way I
around the packs and the pistols (Bow)
On her knees so long she tore her meniscus (Wow)
Been a long road, check the distance (Road)
Rest in peace, tats
Gatsby with two pistols
All these bitches at me, they know it's official
If I fuck 'er, never call 'er, then I might bag, Ricky Rizzle
I know you've been
out his mind
Out his mind
I'mma grind, I'mma grind, gettin money
I'mma grind i just got the big face on
My arm like my nigga Stroke
You can believe that
spend money, I be gettin' my grind on
Tell how I'm limpin' when I walk, I got my .9 on
Ayy, your girl lovin' you, but she with me, know what her mind
pistols gettin' loose
Been gettin' money since '08 summer
I been ridin' Hummers, that ain't nothin', that ain't nothin'
I been gettin' money, I been
dollars"
Only one dude and I'ma smoke my reefer,
Cruise through the city in my new two-seater
Stay low key and get doe wit my people,
Maybe try to find me
I took a right (Aye)
Freestyle this days I no dey write (Aye)
Hey you pretty girl by my right (Aye)
Gat dam mane you looking alright (Aye)
Am driven
always hold me down 'cause they my day ones (ay)
Fuck a right or wrong, they been around since day one
Still ridin' round and gettin' it with my day ones
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