Dinero Ent. - Game (feat. Capo Dinero, Trill Dinero, Koke Dinero, Gnarly Dinero & J3hunnidd) Lyrics

Ain't no sign I'm gon stop
Boa im on my way to top
No CEE ain't gon flop
Say they posted on the block
Mane f*ck yo block u get hit wit this Glock
They say they first place but they riding the wave
This choppa gon eat up yo face
This a caddy v8
Boa don't make me spin where you lay
Cuzz this shi will get tragic go wait her wich way
A-K CAME STRAIGHT OUTTA RUSSIA that bitch it done came wit a blade
Bro we been catchin plays
Nigga just stay in yo lane
It ain't nun you niggas could say that's gon put me on game
Try to rap but I put you to shame
You the same lil Nigga that ain't hit no stain
Oh that's yo mane hotter gon blow out his brain
Take that shit round his neck yeah that mf chain
O3 greedo I love sellin cocaine
Trust my paper way more then a hoe mane
In the kitchen whippin chicken LO MEIN
You might just get robbed for yo shit it's a cold game
Blick in yo mouth blow yo face up no case
This shit that loud Nigga come get a taste
Bro we got them pounds we gon send em upstate
Heard to hoe get around but ain't bring in no cake
DINERO run the town you a fake
This choppa gon eat up yo face
This a caddy v8
Boa don't make me spin where you lay
Cuzz this shi will get tragic go wait her wich way
A-K CAME STRAIGHT OUTTA RUSSIA that bitch it done came wit a blade
Bro we been catchin plays
Nigga just stay in yo lane
It ain't nun you niggas could say that's gon put me on game
I'm humble but ik im better
I'm stacking that paper im stacking that cheddar
We changing da game like we changing the weather
I'm f*ckin ya bitch n im getting her wetter
Sippin don julio i feel like a boss
I don't wear no champion but i take no losses
F*ck w dinero surrounded by bosses
Protected by demons n angels better not do no crossing
All black like darth vader
Cant f*ck w no hater
I stay w my burner
All black like death Vader
Can't f*ck w no hater
I stay w my burner
Bitch I stay wit my burner
Two twin Glocks dis Kennan n Kel
Runnin from me cuz I'll send ya to hell
Smokin in school they like what is that smell
Got my dawg serving that gas like it's shell
Just like pops im riding chevelle
Ik yo bitch the type to kiss n tell
My bitch bad I'll put her in Chanel
I'll take yo shit n I go n I sell
Boutta crash out cuz I got bail
Hot Glock threw it in the water like Phelps
I fell down I ain ask for no help
Can't trust no1 I put money on myself
Put my shoes and you can't deal what I dealt
And you niggas stay broke gotta go to CSL
Cold ass heart you can't feel what I felt
Cold ass heart you can't feel what I felt
Cold ass heart ima put it in my cup
Feelin like a big dawg no ain no lil pup
Heard yo trap goin down but mine always goin up
Gotta lower down your tickets if you really gettin stuck
Boy you gettin mad at me it's not my fault your music suck
I been sliding way 2 fast I been feelin like a puck
You can't put me on the game bitch I been gettin to the bucks
You can't put me on the game bitch I been gettin to tha bills
When we walk up in the function all these niggas get the chills
I been really gettin too it Ian got no time to chill
Cannot catch me standing still boy I been gassin like a whippit
Yain movin no weight your bearly making back ur ticket
2 hard just went to the bank this nigga came back with a biscuit
You only trap for the image yo daddy really raised a dipshit
Yo daddy really raised a hoe
How you gon put on the game if I was dribbling before niggas jokes