Lyrics:
bitch tryna set me up
Kill her and her friend
Lil stupid muthafucka got set up by his mans
Like lil Wayne said
I don't fuck with these niggas, too old for
clothes, mane
And if your boy trip, I'ma bust a clip
Y'all bitches can't fuck with me and Lil Flip, nigga
Nigga, nigga
Yeah, nigga
This for the real
clothes, mane
And if your boy trip, I'ma bust a clip
Y'all bitches can't fuck with me and Lil Flip, nigga
Nigga, nigga
Yeah, nigga
This for the real
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me
myself
So I, I splurge a lil' hell
You see the money and the
The cars and diamonds and you
You think it make me but it really don't (it really really
myself
So I, I splurge a lil' hell
You see the money and the
The cars and diamonds and you
You think it make me but it really don't (it really really
Money, hoes, cars and clothes, that's how all my niggas know
Blowin dro, 24s, that's how all my niggas roll
Money, hoes, cars and clothes, that's
the fake shit
I don't need that energy around me
Don't just be there for the sun
Sometimes it's gon' be cloudy
Fast cars, nice clothes and the jewelry
If I
I stack it up until the money can't bend
Do it all all by my own
I don't fit in I don't even try to blend
Got it all all by my own
Money, hoes, cars, clothes
Sike, that shit don't mean shit to me
And that's on Roc's soul
Boy, I'm in this shit with my niggas
Give a fuck about shit,
of two cars when I'm switching my lanes
I got the sauce like buffalo and you niggas like tarter
Had to get that bag by any means
Before it's too late
Pack
it
Twenties, fifties, hundreds, bitch, I'm stuntin'
Fifties, hundreds, twenties, oh my goodness
I need my money machine to count this lil' shit for
dieing to spend it car note high cus ya intrest rate fucked you chasing hoes and clothes wonder why yo ass stuck always trying make a fast buck get passed
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I
[DMX]
clothes
That's real wit them shoes, keep
It real wit they dudes
I'm sick wit the flow and this is all I know
More money, more cash, more
Hoes biatch
up.
[CHORUS] (2x):
Lil' Wayne: (Ay, ay, ay)
Now whussup with that?
Cause you know us don't play,
We bust the gats...
And we got ice all over,
With dubs
slide to your spleen
Rock Trigga finger push a Milly with my Ting
I ain't Ye keep my car dash with a black toulee
Shootas CNN the dark ain't no calling
lil wayne)
Yea, ice cream hoodie,
Bathin Ape tennis shoes,
No time for pictures,
No time for interviews,
Imma go and get money,
Snowstorm or sunny,
with a billion
Everything changed when we came in the building
Having this paper, one hell of a feeling
Fuck with Lil Durk and my niggas start killing
like Lil Wayne
Revisin' the game like king James
The heads turnin like slim thug chain
I'm bangin' hooks like sugar Shane
I'm thowed off like Major
New car new chain, yeah I got some new things
New clothes new fade, yeah I got some new things
New ring ice bling diamonds kick like Liu Kang
Yeah I
I get in there, yuh
We get in there, yuh
I cop the new wear
Bad lil bitch tryna see what I wear, yeah
They be stealing clothes, yeah
They be stealing
eyes
It's Lil Weezy, for real
Only Cash Money Hot Boy that stood still
I got a good deal
I'm from a trill hood, I smoke real good
Slide on them
eyes
It's Lil Weezy, for real
Only Cash Money Hot Boy that stood still
I got a good deal
I'm from a trill hood, I smoke real good
Slide on them
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