Lyrics:
[Mannie Fresh talking]
Yea, yea, yea
Grown ups in between, children and babies
Right about now its yo boy, ya heard, back again
DJ Mannie
Fre Fresh
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, y'all know who this is boy, for real
The art of getting robbed
This is how we do Brooklyn-style, boy, you know what I'm
Being controlled like a fucking remote
Shawty done sold her soul
Gold digging without a shovel
You can’t knock her hustle
Cuz shawty be making mo money
the drugs and thugs meet
Yo I bust shots out glocks wid kids that push rocks
Hol' glocks run in spots wid G's like Fort Knox
Rhyme excellent kill 'em
been money hungry, moved in
One's five's and ten's was funny money
So I sets my sights bigger, four figures or mo'
Real nigga fo' sho', out in
new life, peace true indeed, off T's
I dwell on off how y'all plan makin mo' money, so I had to buy a fly chain
Ran in this game, dirt broke, now it's
through bout it (BOUT IT)
When I come through by the ones, I be comin through
by the thousands, nigga better back up
Deal with a jack, now keep the money
electronic beeps
Two-way pagers, Palm 7's, M-11's
Illegal weapons, mesmerized by the dope game
Smith & Wesson's, never went back for seconds
Sprung..
take it
Grab a player hater by the neck
Choke him out and try to break it
Give me your money
Drop them keys
It's a jack move bitch
And since you
Rent thirty days late, gotta be gone by Saturday
Tired of sellin' cocaine, folks tryna trap me
Every night dreamin 'bout livin' life lavish
A watch
Rent thirty days late, gotta be gone by Saturday
Tired of sellin' cocaine, folks tryna trap me
Every night dreamin 'bout livin' life lavish
Welcome to F.E.M.A
Finesse, elevate, motivate, and achieve
Let's get it
Wish Gotti, Youngsta, Dolph go and squash the beef
Know that shit ain't
it’s all glass
In yo hood
Im wit da Killas
I get a pass
Hook:
Mo money mo money
Ima get to it
Chanel sneaks
No Nikes But we just do it
Hunnid
fuck me, only God judge me
That man told me he love me and he flash money
My only crime could just be livin' it filthy
So let me hear it on mo' time, not
I don't need no iron I'm already creased
I don't need no money I got mouthpiece
I don't need no iron I'm already creased
I don't need no money I
all yall niggas who wont cut my grass
Fuck all them niggas who aint getitn no money
Fuck all yo' hoes who wont let me stick their honey
Fuck all
Stop kappin for these hoes
We know you got no money bro
Stop kappin for these hoes
We know you got no money bro
Got da pack gone I'm flushin'
Did it by
the fuck is mine
My nigga I'll take it
Grab a player hater by the neck, choke him out and try to break it
Gimme your money, drop them keys
It's a jack
Money niggas will take yo boys to war
My nigga Juvenile will take yo boys to war
My nigga Lil' weezy will take yo boys to war
My nigga Big Baby will
GTA's, it ain't yo's no mo'
Then I take it and strip it down and leave nothin but the frame
Then I'm gonna sell my cousin the gold thangs
Pop a burn
two straps like we dykein'
Drivin' on the highway, it's pounds of exotic by the tire
Yo Gotti came and snatched me out the jungle with the lions
It
I aint tell you what to do
Just do to thang
This a hit
Gone do yo thang gone let em hate
We got money over here girl we been straight
Been across
Everybody, anybody see I'm God like
I'm God like, everyday I'm God like
I'm God like, everyday I'm God like
Yo, I'm God like, some will say I'm God body
like Gotti
Shit is a hobby
You Better free Bobby
Got me, That shit a dub
But you could come try me
Copy
That's all these niggas gon do
They tryna
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