Lyrics:
Bill-me Clinton (yeah)
Trillville (right) I see you sir
'Bout to crank this motherfucker up right (yeah)
Tellin y'all 'bout these muh'fuckin'
listen right here, i'm about to spit it off and it's comin out clear, Mary Jane Dunn bitch I'm on one, MJD and we bout to have a little sun, it helps her
we're on the east side
It ain't nothing but vibes
You know I'm grateful for the ties that I made with my time
Yeah, we're on the west side
It ain't
of drama, and I ain't gone lie, it's cheap
But at the end of the day girl you still my boo
It wasn't ever bout the money or the late night grind
Cause a nigga
Chorus: x2
Some niggas Blood and some niggas Crip(uh huh)
Some niggas thugs and some niggas is bitch(what?)
Some niggas ain't got nothing some
blue hunnits
Err'Body round me getting money
Step in the building we stunting
You haters aint talking bout nothing
20 bands all blue hunnits
Err'Body
On It, If U Dont Want It Leave It Then
Niggas Cryin Bout The Drought, Cuz Im Out Doin Shows
87-32 Nigga I Rocks My Own Clothes
Im Riding Marcielargo, Im
wipin' the prints
I did the math, the graph
and givin' you half ain't makin' no sense
I'm still real, and I'm still screamin', "Brook-Brooklyn"
Grey
don't ring my phone
If you ain't talking bout dollas just leave me alone
Naw I ain't tryna holla if you ain't talking bout funds
No type of conversation
a couple holes in a Nigga like a net
You brook and you lyn like the nets (Brooklyn)
Niggas tweeting like a bird in a nest
But that shit ain't work out so
and stacks taller than Shaq but how good is your pack
You need to get up and get off your ass and get you a sack
Ain't talking 'bout money ain't tryna hear
of one song
Then we hear the news rappers
They don't wanna be with us for much long
It ain't nothing new rappers
Always be the ones who getting done
ain't bout nothing
Then you're looking for a ride
I ain't heard every opinion
Been round the world twice
You gon hold a nigga up
Talkin how you feel about
the quiche
Slice the pie wit you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that
Get high with you
Niggas know, infared's on ya head
Then they ride with you
Well, I'mma
want my body yeah, I just ain't 'bout it yeah
Something to prove, nothing to lose
She want my body yeah, I just ain't 'bout it yeah
Every time I see her
time ain't enough
I need some more
'Cause there ain't nothing better than you
Got me watching every move
Like you're the only one in the room
Ooh,
You ain't no expert
I don't know one thing
But I know something
That you know nothing
I got no answers
You got assumptions
You went
through
Shop is again soon
You won't find shit that the kid got on at any mall that you been to,
Call him official I maybe exclusive
It ain't nothing
nothing but style heat and cheddar
Compete with ya livelihood to eat better
And ain't nothing sweet but the ladies who speak wetta
With a torn smile,
learned, but it ain't nothing new
What happened to your funk, did you lose it?
Or did you get juked by Dangerous Music?
We stole all your money, and all
but this ain't one of them
DJ's off the books, go 'head put the gun at them
All groupie M.C.'s, I'm bout to start stunnin' 'em
Don't matter what crew,
I'm bout money do you understand
So you must find me out running up them bands
I only like counting hundreds nothing but benjamins
Regardless how it
Got me feeling good feeling alright
Got that music jamming all night
Ain't nothing like a good time
Pull up and take a ride
Got me feeling good,
tun (Queens!)
Where I live, what I rep
QB dun' (Queens!)
The mob rep (Queens!)
You know we rep (Queens!)
I blow dro in Q-boro
Ain't nothing
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