Lyrics:
and Tyrone playing nick-a-knock in the bricks up no good
Had a walkie talkie watching for the 12 tryna make a sale
Lil' Joe ain't even kill nobody, but he
babies are having babies that grow up and rob old ladies,
I've been on the hustle daily trying to get rap to pay me,
Cause working in gap or Sainsbury's
C-gutta, Roc-A-Fella, 400s and better (uh, uh)
Lil' Cease push threes with five in his eyes
Knocking "Not Gon' Cry" by Mary Blige
I die for my niggas
C-gutta, Roc-A-Fella, 400s and better (uh, uh)
Lil' Cease push threes with five in his eyes
Knocking "Not Gon' Cry" by Mary Blige
I die for my niggas
just hear what I'm Saying
Go get the cash take off the mask
Lil nigga don't slip up again
They put in that work they kill you
For work this shit supply
Don't make me bad
So I want it all; fuck had
Don't make me laugh
By all means
Get this money; it's all green
It's all good
And I wished that y'all
that beat
I get a bitch ignored, dirty feet
.45 made by Orbit, dirty teeth
Huh, dirty mouth, huh, clean it out
Lil' bitch ain't as freaky as she
to the club
Jumping out of the Jag
24's still spinning with a dealership tag
Brand New
Bright leather guts and pearl blue
These hoes they choosing like a lucky
Trappin the longest and trappin the smartest
Duckin the law tryna beat all these charges
We come from the hustle you my brother thru hardship
Sackin
good
Bitch I'm living good uh
It's like hate me or love me, you've watched the progress, feel me?
That's all you could do bitch, feel me?
There's still
and I'll still get valet
Hop out in a Vokal valour and my suede Bally's (woo)
I'm feeling good, it's only right, I deserve
To spread the love through all
and I'll still get valet
Hop out in a Vokal valour and my suede Bally's (woo)
I'm feeling good, it's only right, I deserve
To spread the love through all
'cause you're facing 9 to 5 odds
They tried to teach me how to get by in a cubicle
But I don't want that, I wanna own the whole office
'Cause all around me
gon snatch
We don't care if niggas locked out
We gonna ball all year, nigga know that
Yea one for where my Lil nigga Mo at
Southwest where a little
And I'm out Poland so you know I got all woks
Heating up bitch all woks
We totting 33's big glocks
Niggas wishy washy flips flops
I'm getting money by
me
All blue cheese, yeah my pockets still chunky
Brodie got the blicky but it stay in the tucky
Jugging on the nine, trap house in the ducky
Stack my
[Chorus]
Ese Lil Rob's back in the clean black Cadillac
Hittin' the fronts and the back see I'm still ridin' like that
Ese Lil Rob's back in
Late night she was all up on me
She won't ever rob me
Love me like the song screams
Late night she was feeling ugly
Come on here and hug me
My heart
Don't make me bad
So I want it all; fuck had
Don't make me laugh
By all means
Get this money; it's all green
It's all good
And I wished that y'all
gave you all passes
Seeing right through you
Like looking through glasses
Digging and building
This shit up from scratch
Told my lil' bro
That we ain't
stupid
Bad lil bitch say she love me
Who are you fooling?
Pussy ass nigga still hating
Boy, I'm used to it
All that talking and critiquing
Nigga you do it
they love it they say i look trim
Don't try to rob me lil nigga you see that shit poking yea that shit right on my hip
Niggas be screaming that we shit
okkkkkk
(Good), the jewels look, (good), the girls look
(Good), they all from around the wayyyyy
(Good), hey there, (good), look at you
(Good), me, I'm
[Lil' Rob]
Hey what's up homeboy
Lil' Rob back up in this motherfucker homey
Kicking back with Royal T, Frank V, Yogi, Silencer, and True Breed
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