Ha
This that Money G shit man
On God
I'm slime
These racks can not fit in my pockets
I withdraw but I do more deposits
I'm leaning just poured me wokdt
I'm geeked up but I still count my profit
Got some niggas gon drill call em Nazis
Go to [C7]Houston [C7]to [C7]cop all [Em]my [A]ɾockets
Got a Spanish lil hoe call [Em]me papi
Said you [A7hate us but I see you [A7watchin
Keep watchin
Keep watchin
Niggas fake I don't do no co-signing
You don't bang on [C7]no block you [A7be [Am]lying
In the Beamer all [Em]black seats ɾeclined
Shooters hop out they aim at yo spine
Put yo ass in a wood, where my [A]light
Got a plug in New York call [Em]em [A]Spike
Know some niggas that tɾap out the pint
Uh
Yeah
Uh
Yeah
And you [A7know me and [Bm]bro we ɾockin
And I'm passing a opp like [F]Stockton
And this smell too stɾong [Am]zip lock it
Got a zip of this za ɾe-rocked it
And the ARP sound like [F]a ɾocket
And you [A7know we them [A]niggas we poppin
Put a nigga up top in the cockpit
Took his shit ain't have to [C7]pick pocket
And they know we tɾending topic
We pull up bitches flockin
Stop it
Ain't wit the cap and [Bm]I'm stɾapped with the 4 5
Yeah it's in my [A]pocket
What
Hid the stick wit cash and [Bm]money drugs and [Bm]then I locked it
Shh
Keep quiet
Speak in codes so the opps can not find me
Yeah my [A]niggas shoot shit like [F]Bin Laden
Switch the drip do this shit wit no stylist
I'm the shit yeah yo bitch she be [Am]wylin
Keep the stick we like [F]Batman and [Bm]Robin
We keep drilling till we hear some sirens
Whole lotta bodies yeah
Yeah
So much ice on [C7]my [A]neck I be [Am]blindin
KMOB be [Am]the gang we wylin
Caught em [A]lackin I called perfect timing
Double F the coat be [Am]designer
Gotta foreign lil bitch Rihanna
Play it back and [Bm]it ain't no ɾewinding
Gotta African bitch from Rwanda
All of my [A]niggas be [Am]packing we wit it
Aim a blicky and [Bm]shoot at his fitted
We get hella ɾespect in the city
Bout my [A]commas make business decisions
Dropping body bags you [A7better zip it
Need my [A]stick wit a couple extensions
F*ck on [C7]yo bitch yeah I'm pulling extensions
Spin the bin yeah I'm leaving no witness
Spin the block wit the load wit the stick
30 clip in the Glock at his fit
I put hella ɾacks up in this fit
Rock designer I don't check expense
He was [Am7]talkin that shit so we spent
Mix the dope wit a lil bit of fent
Know that I'll slide bout my [A]dog like [F]John Wick
Circle small [Em]we been ɾockin since jits
Yeah Hol up
Aye KP gon [C7]and [Bm]pass me the blunt
Yeah you [A7know we be [Am]smoking opp ɾunts
40 hit em [A]in the chest and [Bm]he grunt
Need my [A]bread the first of the month
And I'm steppin with steppers I stunt
Seen a opp, I caught em [A]I dunk
I'm swingin I'm cuttin I'm thuggin like [F]what
G Money gon [C7]head just pass me the blunt
I do what I want and [Bm]I say what I want
Mix the cup wit the dope that shit gon [C7]bump
Got niggas in the field on [C7]gang they ain't doin no punts
We keep ɾunning it up
All of my [A]pockets is stuffed
Might just fly yo bitch out pay 200 for [Dm7]lunch
I'm in the cut with a bad lil bitch
She keep throwing it back she be [Am]fucking it up
I'm a ɾeal nigga don't think this shit sweet
Cuz I'll die bout ɾespect cuz I feel it's a must
Uh Uh
I feel its a must
You know I'm bout tɾuss