I'm bout to talk my sh*t right now
Aye... Look
Count my money with my friends I can't shake your hand
N*ggas wanna play again I'm a grown man
Glock pulling down my pants the money hit the fan
These n*ggas turn into some b*tches and become a fan
N*ggas said they want some smoke but f*ck n*ggas they hiding
My n*ggas jumped up out the whip all my n*ggas sliding
We hit that n*gga in his shit we leave that n*gga whining
He talking all that crazy sh*t but who the n*gga crying
On my momma ima eat and ima stack my chip
These n*ggas hating how I move keep up stupid b*tch
I put some gold up in my mouth and now I'm smiling b*tch
He wanna play with hood yeah ain't no winning b*tch
I ran up with the glock up on me hit him in his sh*t
My n*ggas they gone slide for me we ain't no b*tch
I count that money up my n*gga stack that shit like chips
He can't keep up with gang go sit on the bench
Stay up out my f*cking lane you can loose your brain
My n*ggas don't play all them games all you hear is bang
These n*ggas talking like they want it we gone bust they head
We gone leave him on side leave a n*gga dead
Open up some fire damn now that n*gga scared
That n*gga wanna run the only thing I chase is bread
Hit the gas up on a n*gga I can't stop at red
That b*tch be stressing me damn all I need is some head
Count my money with my friends I can't shake your hand
N*ggas wanna play again I'm a grown man
Glock pulling down my pants the money hit the fan
These n*ggas turn into some b*tches and become a fan
N*ggas said they want some smoke but f*ck n*ggas they hiding
My n*ggas jumped up out the whip all my n*ggas sliding
We hit that n*gga in his shit we leave that n*gga whining
He talking all that crazy sh*t but who the n*gga crying
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English
I'm bout to talk my sh*t right now
Aye... Look
Count my money with my friends I can't shake your hand
N*ggas wanna play again I'm a grown man
Glock pulling down my pants the money hit the fan
These n*ggas turn into some b*tches and become a fan
N*ggas said they want some smoke but f*ck n*ggas they hiding
My n*ggas jumped up out the whip all my n*ggas sliding
We hit that n*gga in his shit we leave that n*gga whining
He talking all that crazy sh*t but who the n*gga crying
On my momma ima eat and ima stack my chip
These n*ggas hating how I move keep up stupid b*tch
I put some gold up in my mouth and now I'm smiling b*tch
He wanna play with hood yeah ain't no winning b*tch
I ran up with the glock up on me hit him in his sh*t
My n*ggas they gone slide for me we ain't no b*tch
I count that money up my n*gga stack that shit like chips
He can't keep up with gang go sit on the bench
Stay up out my f*cking lane you can loose your brain
My n*ggas don't play all them games all you hear is bang
These n*ggas talking like they want it we gone bust they head
We gone leave him on side leave a n*gga dead
Open up some fire damn now that n*gga scared
That n*gga wanna run the only thing I chase is bread
Hit the gas up on a n*gga I can't stop at red
That b*tch be stressing me damn all I need is some head
Count my money with my friends I can't shake your hand
N*ggas wanna play again I'm a grown man
Glock pulling down my pants the money hit the fan
These n*ggas turn into some b*tches and become a fan
N*ggas said they want some smoke but f*ck n*ggas they hiding
My n*ggas jumped up out the whip all my n*ggas sliding
We hit that n*gga in his shit we leave that n*gga whining
He talking all that crazy sh*t but who the n*gga crying
Aye... Look
Count my money with my friends I can't shake your hand
N*ggas wanna play again I'm a grown man
Glock pulling down my pants the money hit the fan
These n*ggas turn into some b*tches and become a fan
N*ggas said they want some smoke but f*ck n*ggas they hiding
My n*ggas jumped up out the whip all my n*ggas sliding
We hit that n*gga in his shit we leave that n*gga whining
He talking all that crazy sh*t but who the n*gga crying
On my momma ima eat and ima stack my chip
These n*ggas hating how I move keep up stupid b*tch
I put some gold up in my mouth and now I'm smiling b*tch
He wanna play with hood yeah ain't no winning b*tch
I ran up with the glock up on me hit him in his sh*t
My n*ggas they gone slide for me we ain't no b*tch
I count that money up my n*gga stack that shit like chips
He can't keep up with gang go sit on the bench
Stay up out my f*cking lane you can loose your brain
My n*ggas don't play all them games all you hear is bang
These n*ggas talking like they want it we gone bust they head
We gone leave him on side leave a n*gga dead
Open up some fire damn now that n*gga scared
That n*gga wanna run the only thing I chase is bread
Hit the gas up on a n*gga I can't stop at red
That b*tch be stressing me damn all I need is some head
Count my money with my friends I can't shake your hand
N*ggas wanna play again I'm a grown man
Glock pulling down my pants the money hit the fan
These n*ggas turn into some b*tches and become a fan
N*ggas said they want some smoke but f*ck n*ggas they hiding
My n*ggas jumped up out the whip all my n*ggas sliding
We hit that n*gga in his shit we leave that n*gga whining
He talking all that crazy sh*t but who the n*gga crying
Writer: Tyqunn Hinson
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