*CashMoneyAP* You ain't know my motto? Before you try be you better try lotto Fuck these Niggas, Roll'em
Word round the city, money on my top Front street, I might go live posted on my block Glizzy got a dick, reload it then that bitch a cock Snatch up your love and make the godfather gon' call the cops
Pussy nigga you ain't it Heard you got big bank turned him to a lick How the fuck you a dope boy if you ain't sold shit Moved to the three got ran out the six, damn These niggas they've been faking too long Copping deuces homicide on the phone Catch a body then go make me a song Turner told me that these niggas be clones Nigga you a bitch, you ain't shit You ain't rolled nun, heard you told something I used to slide with him He used to just drive with them I'm the one that hopped out with them Father gang brang fox in him Had to sail boat, it's a op in him He get kidnapped Don't get your kid snatched Rather die in the pen, feel like thuglife, shot at the reverend Zone six, some deadly sins Just like we playing pool with two sticks You ain't never been out there with they blicks Christmas time, kicked more doors than the grinch Heard a nigga got whacked, but we don't know shit Pitbull, when I bite I'm gonna shake Body dropping like he got on some skates Strip him naked, 12 thought he got raped Cash money, then you get you a drake I'ma make em paranoid when they see me I was in prison yeen want em' to free me Hard a body I ain't taking it easy Feel like guwop, I'ma do em like jeezy Imma let God choose, do or die nigga me or you Straight hands, I beat your crew, want beef I eat your crew You cap, you cap cap I never went against the grain I only adapt XD, FN, Ola play with straps
Word round the city, money on my top Front street, I might go live posted on my block Glizzy got dick, reload it then that bitch a cock Snatch up your love and make the godfather gon call the cops
Murder scene I ain't talking about bait Take em out they ain't talm bout date Take em off I know you plotting Got em looking heard you hiding Wouldn't hide cuz a young nigga fire Shoot at you first, question later Money hungry, robbed the waiter Did more cook ups than a butler Crossed more borders, than a trucker Strong arm, just called Jay Cutler Hall in one, had to gail more Make em run and lock the door Fall asleep, I'm at your bed Shoot them tattoos out your head Nigga you move your son to Conyers How you slime, can't go to college Walking dead, yall niggas zombies Blew out some smoke like some junkies Caught a headshot, he ain't using his conscience Halloween, it cold it felt like a pumpkin These niggas sweet like they lickin on honey All you do is gossip You just growl, you don't bite You just scratch, and you don't fight Left him dead cuz shit went right
Word round the city, money on my top Front street, I might go live posted on my block Glizzy got dick, reload it then that bitch a cock Snatch up your love and make the godfather gon call the copsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
