[Chorus: Money Man] Girl I'ma ride for you, girl I'ma die for you Get to the M’s the only thing I’m tryna do He run up on me that chopper say hi to you Ain’t got no time for love so I gotta say bye to you They just be trickin' but she don’t respect it She know I keep fire so she know she protected These nigga’s gang be so full of them rats and them snakes so they circle infected- Hold on Chopping business wit the plug nigga Tryna get a ticket and make it flood nigga She a real fan, she want a hug nigga I had the [?] tastin' bud nigga Stuffing loud inside a Glad bag like we stuffing turkey Nigga’s tried to merk me, had some nigga’s desert me I ain’t need em anyway Had some bitches doubt me, I ain’t need em anyway
[Verse 1: Money Man] Riding dirty while I’m on the interstate I need money now, I can’t even wait Come here baby girl, lemme use your face Gimme 6 Hours, I'ma drop a tape These nigga’s fucking fake, she love the fucking bass She love the strength it give her, she love how it taste I’m a rapper wit weight, done went through 9 states These nigga’s gotta pay, fuck what haters say Lyrics solid I just soak up all the knowledge I ain’t go to college, diamonds Farrah Fawcett Niggas know I got it, bitches know I got it 3 holes in my body, I’m a fucking socket Nigga’s straddle the fence, pick a fucking side Forgi’s on the ride, if you try you die Say you wanted mine, it’s eye for an eye Tell your Mom about it, they hating on the sly I ain’t been to sleep in ‘bout a week cause I been in the studio recording shit He ain’t been to sleep in ‘bout a week cause he been talking to the feds recording shit Counting cash inside the foyer in the crib Thinking back on all the real shit I did Never asked for nothing, all I did was give Sorry baby, I can’t change the way I live
[Chorus: Money Man] Girl I'ma ride for you, girl I'ma die for you Get to the M’s the only thing I’m tryna do He run up on me that chopper say hi to you Ain’t got no time for love so I gotta say bye to you They just be trickin' but she don’t respect it She know I keep fire so she know she protected These nigga’s gang be so full of them rats and them snakes so they circle infected- Hold on Chopping business wit the plug nigga Tryna get a ticket and make it flood nigga She a real fan, she want a hug nigga I had the ? tastin bud nigga Stuffing loud inside a Glad bag like we stuffing turkey Nigga’s tried to merk me, had some nigga’s desert me I ain’t need em anyway Had some bitches doubt me, I ain’t need em anyway
[Verse 2:BC JRoc] I cannot fuck with no scrub I'm here to say no I ain't showing no love My bro got the plug Swap out my 100's for dubs No I don't sell no weed in the club Shouts out to money for turnin' me up Cause I was so broke I was stuck Now we do shows for the dub The game so silent ain't no breakin' up, my nigga it's love We used to sleep on the floor It's hard to fall off when you getting it fo show When I was down bad there was nowhere to go I keep on my shoes case dem folks hit the door She said she down for whatever I'm plotting Trying to finesse her, I'm in the lab like I'm dexter She hit my line but I never attest her Cause shawty she extra, but me I'm getting better and better I don't fuck with rats but I need me some cheddar That stick on the back if you run I'ma catch ya Bust down a set with a team if it's extra You know I'ma boss and she do what i let her So many rats think the house hot You beef with me bro get your house shot You niggas just talk what you not bout', then we outside
[Chorus: Money Man] Girl I'ma ride for you, girl I'ma die for you Get to the M’s the only thing I’m tryna do He run up on me that chopper say hi to you Ain’t got no time for love so I gotta say bye to you They just be trickin' but she don’t respect it She know I keep fire so she know she protected These nigga’s gang be so full of them rats and them snakes so they circle infected- Hold on Chopping business wit the plug nigga Tryna get a ticket and make it flood nigga She a real fan, she want a hug nigga I had the ? tastin bud nigga Stuffing loud inside a Glad bag like we stuffing turkey Nigga’s tried to merk me, had some nigga’s desert me I ain’t need em anyway Had some bitches doubt me, I ain’t need em anywayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
