Lyrics:
is the animosity money brings
Real niggas out of style we may be one in three
Back against the wall outnumbered by fuckboys
One bullet, one target, one
(Samples by Alchemist:)
Looked up the dj, and said may I?
[Large Proffesor]
Blow and pow like 4th of July explosives?
Lit it up, like the 4th
(Ya)
(Ya)
(Ou)
Issa big TEC, look at the check
Look at the price of my thread
Diamonds they gliss, hop off a jet
Get your hand off of my bread
I be
this rap shit
I love countin' money cause this rap shit
Don't be no dummy cause this rap shit
Buying TEC-9's and Tommy's with this rap shit
Sosa bitch, I
[Yella]
You fake cheerleadin' bitch! You want a nigga like me to beware, ha?
I'ma show you some spokes right now, you bitch you
[Tec-9]
Take them
Yeah, mothafuckas better know
I'm a bad bad bad
Lock your windows, close your doors
Biggie Smalls
My man Inf left a TEC and a 9 at my crib
Those are facts so I don't wanna hear
All this big money shit like
You be hustlin' matter of fact
You say one thing I don't like tonight
I'ma be petty
of purple
These niggaz always gettin' money in they inner circle
Fuck with 'em they fin' to hurt you, gotta get they cash on
Necessary evil they quick to put
(Killin' niggas by the genocide)
Leave 'em punch drunk, like they collar
Put the gin aside (Put the gin aside)
Don't need to bring the TEC in
Transform like
aspect
I Love it, when I'm high
I'm at my Best, when I'm hiiigh
I like my sex, when I'm hii-iiigh
Cash, Tecs flash Tecs
When I ride through ya projects
The boy got swag
You can see I'm getting cash
Everything I really want
Man a young nigga have
I get money I'm a money machine
Where's my money I'm
We the best def jam
I introduce you to ace
Ace lets get money
Cash flow
It's too easy nigga (bankroll)
We don't count money no mo
We weight
money that's it
Look at my chain these diamonds
Mix it with Mason Margiela
We tote a nine a Beretta
Yeah
Yeah
Look at my Burberry sweater
I got some
not violate the camp, get shot down by chance
I'm real advanced with that cock and blast
Cause the feds wont look back, for cleaning cash
What cashes
Whole time, shorty knowing I'm the gold mine
Put it on all he needed was a co sign
Black minks and gloves, nigga, the whole nine
TV on the Rolls, shit,
is the animosity money brings
Real niggas out of style we may be one in three
Back against the wall outnumbered by fuckboys
One bullet, one target, one
him
Well I put your body in a bag
Front on me, I'm on ya ass
I bring money to my niggas, that bring death to my enemies
I bring money to my niggas, that
where your mouth is
Then send it through Cash apps yeah
You could be five or nine foot tall
The step backs like a snap back hat one size fits all
Leave
they want static we'll have em treat you at the hospital
We got 9's we got tec's we got hot missiles
We'll make a point that wit us that you ain't got
the junk
I'm on a mission for money
Get chopped tryna play real dumb
Send a man to your crib
Send a man to your lung
Eight tec's in the whip
Leave him wet,
smoke the stress away
And fuck a nine to five I wanna make the money faster way
There's so much hate It's hard to win
And I just wanna know my mistake
of the shadow of death
When niggas hold tec's like they mad at the ref
That's why I keep a cross on my chest, either that or a vest
Do you believe that Eve had
a recipe for lootin'
So I promise to protect mine
Got a TEC-9
Put the shimmy shimmy on the brake lines
And watch him stoop
Bustling by the crib
And I'm
by my crib I’m ‘bout to scroll another blunt
Its plus 9 outside it feeling colder cause no sun
I see the feds on the other side chilling in the lot
See
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