I'm a money spender, I spend money nigga If it's a ugly winter, I hustle all December I was as broke as y'all, I know y'all remember Now all I know is ball, I dunk on all beginners I'm jumpin' out the gym my vertical on another level Y'all broke ass got low class tell them bury me with a silver shovel Jump hard, get bogard yeah that .45 like hella metal Don't compare me to them other guys they gon' fall down like seven levels Hold on nigga cut the track, my mans Bucks blew a hunnit' racks I was lovin' that We spend racks, let me hit sacks I'mma double that Bein' broke is what I struggle at I'm a real G if you ain't with me Then you can't eat where ya muzzle at Essex block where I hustle at Got that work out like a jumpin' jack 20s, 50s, where the hundreds at, you can always catch me where the money at If it's rain out I'm Where Its Sunny At You ain't never walked in your mother room, seen her tied up By a hundred goons, then get fired up by a hundred goons If you try us then it's coming soon That cash flow I don't play about it Hawk a nigga all day about it, stomp a nigga all day about it Chalk a nigga I don't play about it Drop we a body we don't say about it cause that snitchin' shit we don't do that Bitches sweatin' me like a crew neck, cause I gotta eat where the food at? Niggas hate on me why they do that? I got old beef but a new gat Pockets green and my coupe black, red Pradas with the blue strap I'm a Prada fiend, Gucci shirts, Robin Jeans, make a nigga baby Mama scream Take a nigga baby mama dreams bitches love me My city put no one above me, pull up and niggas faces ugly Pockets full of faces on me, diamonds looking racist on me Yeah that's all white You don't like Herb? Shit that's all right Wanna fight Herb? Shit that's all right Have ya homie dodgin' bullets all night, all night
Hundred fiends at back door But they don't want blow they say they lookin' for that krack flow Well here it go here it go come get it while it's hot We said I got that crack but you can't get it out the pot This that K-R-A-C-K flow, got fans in San Diego Ya bitch know I got peso, so she do as I say so And that's whatever, my bars hotta than a 8 block This shit gon' have you dope sick you get more crack when my tape dropTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
