Lyrics:
Don't be actin like you know me
Don't you come round here and bro me
Listen closely alright
We aint bros bitch you can blow me
Everybody’s full of lies
gonna be heating the ground
Finally back with the energy we coming to take over
Gyese yabegye mo nkwa
This the better time we coming hardest ma baddest
funny, yea
Look at what it takes to get here, nigga
This wasn't overnight, shit I been here, nigga
I'm looking at my niggas like we in here, nigga
Getting
disease
How the Hell did he not see that coming?
We used to tell him, Lou, there's a disease
With your name all over it, pal!
There ain't no Babe Ruth
ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[Swizz beatz]
It ain't over, it ain't over, ain't over
[Sonja
Those were lies composed by poser guys
You'll be getting ghost, poltergeist
I thought you was supposed to ride
What happened to that tough guy
Pulverized
ya we be gettin money what's up
all the bad ones by the bar pour up a cup
its on the team catch us smoking in the cut
fuck with the squad we going up
It's like hurricane Katrina
We getting here in drama
Yall gotta have a constant flow of cash
To getting yo ass
Have some little niggas chasing your stab
on the waist like a suplex
Everybody's asking they wanna know who's next
Like I'm getting servered at bar by suzette
Mean & clean when I fling on the crew neck
dumb and stumbling
Over 'oh my god' and 'this is unbelievable' and on and on
And I'll tell you what, while we're at it
You can keep the pentagon
just sittin' here resting my bones
Ow, I still want her. Because I want her so much, we were happy together
Until she ran away again, and I was sad,
say your out here spending thousands
Fam your getting way too comfy (ah, ah)
Brudda, I just made twenty-five racks
Off a sixteen bar, that's
Babie girl got money on her mind
Ya
She getting that money
Overtime going hard on the grind
Ya She getting that money
All night she’s chasing that
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I'm gettin' money, gettin' money, here we go
Gettin' the dough like we needin' it Spittin' like whoa, y'all say sleepin' in
Sleepin' in, dreamin'
know we making you black
And you stay fucking with that
You my niggas is platinum
Can you deal with the fact?
Me and the fact getting money
With my
the Art of War book 'bout Sun Tzu
You realize if you defy, you probably won't be around here long
Rapunzel (get over it)
Look, bitch, I got the bands in my
don't really... I started getting tingles up the back, I don't like that. Dave?
Oh, get out of here. Anyway, no. Hahaha! Jeez, four top ten singles in
Imma need a hundred
Big money
Kind of money that can make change
Kind of money that'll buy a safe
Hard to invest 'cause all we know is take
By any means
Move it
Whip it
Sell it
Coke seller
Big up the connect key with the real pelican
We getting money
Pussy keep up
The way we lock the business people say
the pocket and we got it
And she seen we aint flaugin' know she watching
A nigga fully guaped up and I'm showin out I'm throwing 'em
Bring that ass over here
Because I'm fed up with Satan, I'm fed up with this world that we're placed in
Where we fear until we're shaking, girls getting taken
By the guys that
What we gon do? Get pesos
Get that paper
Getting that paper my priority
Cuz I don’t want love, I want currency
Get money, fuck bitches:
Listen here, you gotta believe me
When I say it was an accident I mean it
Now dammit, just free me!
I’m behind these bars, but I can still drop all
Here we go again just spent a hundred of that brown paper
Bag money all on timbs, and that bad bitch is all on him
'Cause the cars that he drives are
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