Ag47 - STR8 TO THE MONEY (feat. BUCKS DRIPPY) Lyrics

Oh no
I was on feet running from twelve
While taking the risk aint doing me
I was riding round dolo
I call up my niggas
They slide thats a hunnit round team
If he making assumptions
Clicking the button
Frhh
Gone automatically
I been making the money
From monday to sunday
That bankroll running the mafia
Lil boy is you dum
To many opps dont kno which gun
Hollow tips gon spread through yo insides
Rapidly
Dawg yeah i swear that he done
If you aint stacking yo money
Or clicking yo strap i want you around me
Honestly i dont want conversation
I study that paper
Im straight to the money
Nigga tryna play dum
Tryna beat around bushes
If he on the edge i push him
Made a killing on lewis
Me and my stewards
60 a g ill do it
Had to go change routes
I was sleeping on the couch
Know ima figure it out
Why he screaming he opp
Im counting the clock
They gon be counting him out
Wont abide by shit
Aint watch my six
Cant be my friend
Uh uh
Yea i seen my death
I need my meds
This gun dont leave my hand
Tryna blam on me
Wont jam on me
Pussy gon be yo end
And the man on cams on me
Still wont leave my mans
Hearing these voices
Got demons like christians
Ion trust a soul im distant
Why he keep a pole aint even go fish
556 and i bet i wont miss
Keep yo advice im never gon listen
In the kitchen im whipping a mix
Its on sight when ever we get em
You know me and opps dont mix
I was on feet running from twelve
While taking the risk aint doing me
I was riding round dolo
I call up my niggas
They slide thats a hunnit round team
If he making assumptions
Clicking the button
Frhh
Gone automatically
I been making the money
From monday to sunday
That bankroll running the mafia
Lil boy is you dum
To many opps dont kno which gun
Hollow tips gon spread through yo insides
Rapidly
Dawg yeah i swear that he done
If you aint stacking yo money
Or clicking yo strap i want you around me
Honestly i dont want conversation
I study that paper
Im straight to the money