Lyrics:
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
of drugs and it be like that
I done ran out of faith and it be like that
Hit many times and it be like that
Bled for the gang and it be like that
I died
we know is, cash, drugs and bitches, we get real fly
Only count by sevens, if I don't like her, she still mine
I don't do no coke, my big shot dirty, I
thats on the news
Im the drug controlling you
Middle of the night
When I saw a Dead Body
Shoot a dope feen
Getting high in the alley
Cops chasing
Thru
in choppa sand them glocks in case they try to go war wit me
Gotta make it home ywa you know I got me a family to feed
Rob some niggas I ain't want
A's hat
Let niggas know that I rep the Bay
Lil B, shout out to LA
New jacker, man that shit's forreal
Playing talks man, we never take that back
All
shawty, why I'm shirtless
They brand new mama, this ain't workin'
Get in my bag, call me Lil' Glokk Birkin
Don't be shy, this Draco make her nervous
Could've bought a new gun, what I spent on my charm
I get cheese by the pound, this is not Parmesan
I'm smokin' broccoli, countin' up lettuce
In love with
me Sunday dinner
My niggas rob and drug deal, some grave diggers
He ain't shot shit but talks it, one lame driller (lame)
I know labels don't want
I been on the road wit some killas
All about the money
So I keep a couple drug dealers
Big face Rollie on my wrist
New baguettes in it
Something like
top from these whores out here cause they be broke as shit
All I gotta do is send a lil money the next thing that you know she eating my dick
Niggahs
on cell
919-520-1891
Story just begun
You still got time to be your hometown hero
Still tryna save me lil cousin in New York
Who ain't got no food in
it boom like a KRK
I love the drugs do this shit on my day to day
Rob wit a glock had to take that bull life away
They know a lil coke he a gangsta in
nonstop
I don't want no pottymouf
Damn it made me insane
Man it made me depressed
Say it to my face, nigga say it with your chest
Scotty Rob got the blick
my teacher getting , told Lil shawty that I’m broken and I jus need some fixing , I’m saying hello to her kitten trying new positions
Hook
On some
gang
Or run some shit over
Blrrrd, yeah
Ayy
Kutthroat business, lil' dog, get your throat slit
My nigga went flodgin', he don't think that I
called me Fiyah Flames
Now lil' shawdy I'm Bo$$Barr
I gotta win I was born a star
In New York I'm K Cash
Cause I'm all about a bag
You see the way that
Yeah
Yeah
Told my lil hoe look don’t touch
All these tears i might start up a flood
Where they was when we ran outta drugs
Where they was when we
and you fry in my iron furnace
I am on my get rich or die tryin' like when Em was signin' Curtis
'Cause I am murderous
Joe Budden, Jersey City, New
figgaz
Check game you lil' young punks
World wide mob figgaz
All you niggas is jealous cats
What? what?
Uh, uh, now put them hands up
Rich niggas
figgaz
Check game you lil' young punks
World wide mob figgaz
All you niggas is jealous cats
What? what?
Uh, uh, now put them hands up
Rich niggas
money
Old hundred I got them old hundred
Drug money
New money I want more money
Drug money
Road running selling whole onions
I'm in love with the money
start from New Orleans and go back to California
To lil Tony,to dime P
Seritz,Burnell,can't believe
That he's gone, the Scarface
Dank,Loot,and
When they call
Up my phone
Click click click
Let it go
Gleam mode
Gleam mode
Gleam mode
Gleam mode
Yes I live by G code
New York so they Rob Dinero
I
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