Man, I remember growing up Well, you know, living my last 5 dollars I see nobody there [Hook: French Montana] Now I hope you fuck niggas get better Stop my team no never We gon' be here Countin' all this cash, my niggas all in here, You ain't gotta ask We been ballin' all year, oohhh Cos ain't no sunshine when your cheese gone When your cheese gone, ooohh [Verse 1: French Montana] Money be the root of evil Hanging on the block with dirty eagle Around fiends with dirty needles The lawyers fee so they never keep you A broken dreams what them niggas feed you [Verse 2: Chinx Drugz] Watch the game from the tour, thats 4 seats Act like they never knew you but they all speak Rain wrist, watch and chain thats a 4 piece Seen murders so bad they needed 4 sheets [Verse 3: Prodigy] Satisfaction when I made his head spin A 57 spun and made him do the backspin My pipe smoke more than the crackheads Biv him up to God he then high as permanent [Verse 4: French Montana] Ain't no sunshine when the money gone Me and my wrist shinin', about 20 homes Had 40 homies, about 20 gone Niggas buying cars taking out 20 loans [Verse 5: Chinx Drugz] Hung around some millionaires and made a couple large Figured Id stay around longer and make a couple Ms Drunk, hissy niggas hold me while I stumble off Niggas hating so hard, I need 20 tips [Verse 6:Prodigy] Yeah, bird niggas just food for my desert eagle Eat till it's all gone, there's no running to the people Nightmares, cold sweats, I'm trippin' My worst fear is being broke like you, its forbidden [Verse 7: French Montana] Its forbidden I be in cold sittin' Pole spendin' with the hustle, made a pole lift A reason why your ho missin' In the crib with no clothes cuz the niggas crib for poes listed 40 long nose, Scott Pippen Start fishin' Water blue seats Top missing Count money, breaking down Work the same motion Shark in the tank, small fish in the ocean [Verse 8: Chinx Drugz] Collect calls from the pens, talkin' through receivers Now a nigga done blew up like hiroshima Wide body, blowin' Cali, rollin' through Medina 'bout 100 racks soaking in the jewellery cleaner Try your hardest not to snitch But you been subpoenaed 3 quarter chinchilla for the winter season Collect calls from the pens, talking through the glass Cos I ran up in your crib, talking through a mask [Verse 9: Prodigy] Ferrari dirt bikes on the turn pipe Dirty New York niggas, get that dough like The fuck else is there to do? Fuck a dumb bitch, I'm gettin dumb rich Making power moves Keep my piss clean, so I never get kept With parole, piss means to much to miss Out here in the fast You must be shittin' me I'm way to champagne [Hook: French Montana] I hope you fuck niggas get better Stop my team no never You niggas gon' be here Countin' all this cash, my niggas all in here, You ain't gotta ask Niggas been ballin' all year Ain't no sunshine when your cheese gone When your cheese gone, ooohh Uh,Oh Ay, You know you know who you real niggas is when you're down to your last 5 dollars and you get that 4 dollar nickel bag and a dozen It's some nasty shit On the flip side of the coin You know what What a real nigga is When he did some real money And that's how you show me how you really flip Ya know what I mean? Back at the end of the day Lot of these niggas wasn't ballin before they started rappin And a lot of niggas started rappin after they was ballin Coke boys baby From the back blocks for real
Written by: Albert Johnson, Karim Kharbouch, Lionel Pickens
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