Lyrics:
No no no no (no)
Oh no no no no (no no)
No no no (no)
(Ay whatcha cookin’ up Nesskaf)
Tryna roll with me
Tryna roll with me
All these bitches always
on some hood shit)
Every time I roll up, niggas holla, "Roll up"
Then I tell 'em hold up, you ain't gettin' money
You ain't smoking in my Benzo, 20
Aww, shit, fuck
It's a brand new day in the hood
It's money to make, and I'm doin' bad and it ain't lookin' good
It's all about
what it is.
Roll a joint get high pretend the shit don’t exist
But reality is
We ride, we get high
Throw your hood in the sky
Tho we fight
was hood
But them rappers don't live there they live in Hollywood
Oh surrounded by security and police
But you claim gangsta bullshit pussy nigga
My name is Wizzle! Wizzle F!
Wizzle F baby! Ahh!
And Lojack, what’s good? Ayy Ayy, Jack?
These niggas don’t know money, man
Not like us, dawg! Uh uh
roll and fire that hydro up
Drank on some liquor hit another swisher hard
Eyes rollin back make you think you seein God
Don't be scared tho baby it's
Last time I checked be K was the hood
Last time I checked Bankhead was the hood
Last time I checked Harlem was the hood
But them rappers don't live
when you hear the trucks roll up
On Cleveland Avenue made plays at the Kroger
Came up on cold cuts
Heart got a hole in it
Bank got a roll in it
roll up with me everytime it's on
these straight shady niggas around my hood
lets be the obsession so we can trip on what we smokin on
'cause ya'll my
, money bags (yes!) got me livin' comfortable (Yeah!)
Still hood, still real (Unhh!), Opa-Locka is real (Yeah!)
Off my dogs daddy dad, so wanna cook it
They find his body off the East Coast, that's how she roll
Ho give me money like my name El Chapo
The hood they love me like I was El Chapo
I keep
a full tank
Shades on. Blowing out the smoke
I just wanna roll
Riding by slow
Dipping in the hood with nowhere to go
I just wanna roll
And I don't wanna
my 45 G-L-O-C
I got money on my mind, bitch
I'm blinded by the dollar signs
I'll work a fucking nine-to-five instead
Of signin' dotted lines by
niggas got money and forgot who they are
We rob, kill, steal, whatever
("Ayo dunn when you gettin out the hood"), Never
My people need me, my heart is
scooped your honey
I think she smelled my cologne, it's called brand new money
Making major moves, man, ain't a damn thing funny
Pimpin' hood rats
it that way in a whole different tank
Roll it up, you a whole different gay
Rap money, that's a whole different bank
Niggas done so much dirt in LA
Got
(yea)
I'm addicted to money (aye)
I'm addicted to money
Born makin' money, I growed up in the hood
Yeah, all the hoes love me 'cause they love me
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,
committee
Gon' rock and roll the streets and shake the whole city
Chronic low ridin' bitches with silicon titties
(We gon' bounce and ball until the wheels
leaves nothin'
If you want to have something, then you better stop frontin'
What you gonna do when the five roll by
You better be ready, so you can ride
leaves nothin'
If you want to have something, then you better stop frontin'
What you gonna do when the five roll by
You better be ready, so you can ride
on the wood
And I can build whatever, you know my money good, yeah
[Chorus]
If can get money (money) I be in the hood (hood)
I be stackin' paper like
on the road
And when I ride by I'm in the newest one
I got so much money I think I should pay for all this
They ain't down to spend how much they say cause
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