[Intro] Fuck your bitch, and never talk again If he don't die He'll never walk again, he'll never walk again I got my focus up I got my paper straight, I got my paper straight The whole club turn around when I'm walking in Fuck your bitch, and never talk again (Harlem)
[Verse 1] Niggas talkin', they ain't making sense Brand new foreign, bet it make 'em sick Ain't gotta say a word, just to take your bitch I'm from Harlem, hustlin' will make me rich (east side) A hundred nights, I made a hundred flips Hit the club, and all the bitches wanna strip Put some money on your head, if you wanna diss She suck my dick, and then she wanna kiss Must be out your mind, or on some shit (crazy) Sak's fifth, got me on my shit Niggas hatin' on me, they be on my dick Took a couple verses just to flood the wrist R.I.P. my cousin Freaky Niggas took him from me I just want the money Never taking nothing from me Niggas in they feelings, probably on they monthly I was in the trap with cocaina and some baggies Probably with some junkies Now I chill across the water, do it for my daughter Dare a nigga touch me I done seen a nigga get a 1 to 3, and tell on everybody with him I done seen a nigga robbing niggas that he know for pennies Shit ridiculous Niggas love to say they will do your homework on them niggas giving statements I'm smoking cubans on vacation My plug in Cuba but he Haitian Sak pase, I need a spot today Nigga with a attitude, I ain't Dr. Dre My youngin' got a lot to make your heart stop today Think of Chinx when I'm in Far Rockaway
[Hook] Fuck your bitch, and never talk again If he don't die, he'll never walk again I got my focus up, I got my paper straight The whole club turn around when I'm walking in Pay my lawyer just in case they wanna pin the case up on me And they offer 10 Valet driver going start the whip Get your money, they just talking shit Fuck your bitch, and never talk again If he don't die, he'll never walk again I got my focus up, I got my paper straight The whole club turn around when I'm walking in Pay my lawyer just in case they wanna pin the case up on me And they offer 10 Valet driver going start the whip Get your money, they just talking shit
[Verse 2] I got a pound of the tree smoke Break it down to the ground, only thing I ever follow is the G-code Niggas brand new cars getting repo'd Same ones acting tough getting Deebo'd Ask your man about my shit, bet you he know Hottest young nigga on the east coast Sliding up Lennox, me and three niggas Looking like gutter, me and G-Money he ain't even know Got a Glock-19 in my peacoat My building keep complaining about the weed smoke I'm tryna make a million off a mixtape Stash in the whip where the heat go Bad little bitch tryna deep throat I told her ain't no way you fitting all this This ain't sour D, what you call this? This ain't Actavis, what you call this? The spot look funny? Make a call quick If she on my dick then we all hit Out of town on my running through the mall shit And I ain't get you in the summer, put you on my fall list Mid town pent house like a fortress Every time they see my face they get nauseous Down town condo, shit flawless They ain't coming in the crib, they ain't gorgeous
[Hook] Fuck your bitch, and never talk again If he don't die, he'll never walk again I got my focus up, I got my paper straight The whole club turn around when I'm walking in Pay my lawyer just in case they wanna pin the case up on me And they offer 10 Valet driver going start the whip Get your money, they just talking shit Fuck your bitch, and never talk again If he don't die, he'll never walk again I got my focus up, I got my paper straight The whole club turn around when I'm walking in Pay my lawyer just in case they wanna pin the case up on me And they offer 10 Valet driver going start the whip Get your money, they just talking shit
[Outro] Get your money they just talking shitTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
