[Intro: Birdman] You know my young nigga, he a hustler Type of hustler that make another nigga rich Ain't nothing wrong about that Young nigga I love him, he a G, fuck with him That's a G only But I always been the type of nigga take a hustler and make all the hustlers rich They all be rich Put my life on that Really fuck with both of them I tell a nigga if he bout money, go get it Fuck what they talkin bout You heard me? Get the money, make a nigga respect it
[Verse 1: Sy Ari da Kid] You been leesing for a long time, might never own shit You been selling dope your whole life, and you ain't ever sold a brick Young nigga doing fed time for some shit he told a bitch Nigga say he beefing, but if nobody die, it ain't over with Ain't no running off from the plug, [?] slumped in the mud Keep a gun tucked for the scrubs It go bang bang, hit 'em up Nigga, fuck love pretty much They'll fuck him up in the club Nigga cuttin off with the [?] Nigga bloodshedding with the blood Gotta hustle up, nigga run Gotta double up with the funds Play tough, nigga you're done Stay up, nigga here it comes He got work, what you want? Do your worst, don't be dumb It the first of the month
[Chorus: Sy Ari da Kid] You know the world [?] Running, running You know my niggas don't play bout that money One hundred They dream about plug money They dream, they dream, they dream [?] over blood money everyday
[Verse 2: Money Man] Killers all around, they ready for it Ran off with a pack, petty for it We brothers, so we gotta eat together I'm sorry baby, we can't be together I'm sorry, but he crossed the line Imma burn a nigga everytime Sippin on Activis, I'm on that trappin shit I'm on that vacume seeling and pack that shit She want a boss, she don't lower her standards [?] I aingt giving no answers Diamonds dancing on me like a stripper Diamonds dancing like they working the flames I was selling [?] Never once was I ever afraid [?] I'm tryna go get cheeper prices, nigga I'm in the [?] talking to the source I'm in the [?] seas She tryna satisfy a nigga needs She not getting things, but she down on her knees Everything I got, I got for trees Before I touched the money, I sold the piece Before I did a show, I sold a piece
[Chorus: Sy Ari da Kid] You know the world [?] Running, running You know my niggas don't play bout that money One hundred They dream about plug money They dream, they dream, they dream [?] over blood money everyday
[Outro: Birdman] Young boy Always been the type to post up Strap up Front line up Head first Teach a young nigga how to go get it Come back with it Keep tossing and flipping Clear a little bit, we gon ball hard We ain't got time for bullshit Small talk when we out in these trentches Grinding for it Got the life on it Time on it Money on it Got no different [?] Nigga ain't nothing sweet BRRTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
