Lyrics:
seen nothin'
Ya girl is persistent, she ain't stoppin'
Man she say she want a (Hood nigga)
I keep the purp by the pound
The trap stay bunkin',
the back while I roll me a big dutch
No smoking in the telly, but I don't give a fuck
I still got the bark shots spillin'
Niggas in the hood either
can
He got a shopping cart full of mad cans
He said he on his way to go cash in
In a good mood, I gave his ass a fifty
Not money, bitch, I gave him a 50
Yeah
Girl if you mine
You know what I'm gone do for you
I'm gone put you on my pay roll
Iced money baby
Yeah
Uh now she love me for my ambition
Uncle Sam he can kiss my ass
They say "it won't last" but I'm almost thirty
And I keep my Jays clean but my money stay dirty
Hood nigga, hood nigga,
Money talk and money roll
I can't let that money go
Twenty fifty hundred dough
Steady let that money flow
Money talk and money roll
I can't let that
roll
Roll roll
All my brothers moving cuz we marching for the bands
You not getting money you’re not welcome to the gang
O.T with the bang
And I pull up
gotta save it for later Goin' in, so I go for the layup
Gettin' money, so they ask for the favor Roll the gas, you could tell by the flavor
I gotta get
da hood
Bar by the bank
Atm then a drink
Roll up a l
Talking on my cell
Looking up the block
Waving hi to the cops
But they Neva around
When
I roll
Yeah nigga I do this fuckin' shit
Count money, get my hair braided by your bitch
She drivin' me around town, nigga
Where I'm at nigga? Dog
(And meanwhile, on the south side of town)
Now, when you're rollin' through yo' motherfuckin' hood what do you see?
(I see some motherfuckin'
I can never lose
Chess or checkers make a move
Drippin' in them jewels like I
Just got out the pool
Skinny nigga sittin' on that
Money like the jews
mouth
Which one you workin'? I'm clockin' it out
Startin' the Rolls from inside of the house
Cutlass, 'Vette motors inside my hood, yeah
Prince
Roll
Big Money
I like it
Bank roll after Bank Roll
I send this out to my childhood role model catamisk big bank rolls
Suzuki all gold, (whoo)
Roll
Big Money
I like it
Bank roll after Bank Roll
I send this out to my childhood role model catamisk big bank rolls
Suzuki all gold, (whoo)
side, I'll show ya
The way a girl needs to roll
You don't need a lot of money
I'm ready come and pick me up, pick me up
(Baby, I know a place that we
We know y'all out to drink 'til y'all throw up
We know y'all sittin' on 20's
We know y'all reppin' your hood
But how many y'all kill
Bounce
Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got money on my beeper, dead trees on my phone
They call
high
And I keep that stainless thang in my lap
Gotta rob, steal and kill
Gotta get by
Gotta roll, smoke dope
Gotta maintain
Get to the West Coast
toe taggin’ niggas
We roll thick with bricks, flip scripts
Connect clips stock whips
I run the chance and take old grips
We eating food in the hood
told to eat fast,
Never snitching was the code.
I would never post pone cause the money get gone,
Never waiting by the phone gotta get it on your own.
the chips at
Or even in the hood where the Crips at
Joint seem mighty long, red beam on his dome
Point seen money gone
Let's roll out to Miami and get
socks
Or do you wanna go somewhere a life to try to live
And see about a hundred making money, taking trips
Comin' up in da hood where the streets are
Baby mama still the biggest opp
Team of shooters just to keep it locked
Rolls-Royce, you can keep the top
Bag of old money, love to see it rot
Yellow
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