Lyrics:
the drugs and thugs meet
Yo I bust shots out glocks wid kids that push rocks
Hol' glocks run in spots wid G's like Fort Knox
Rhyme excellent kill 'em
CiiJ1
Yo
I got a dope boy swagger I got flavor for real
And I could be up in the trap counting money for real
And I could be moving that work
frames, they're killin'
All these hoes I'm killin'
Nigga came from dope dealing
Dirt bike, four wheeling (woo)
Come up in the street I'm peeling (skurr)
This nigga to give it all to me with the cut
Get the door
Yo whats up? What you need?
Hmm? Yeah
I'm out
Hop in the '6-3 Chevy, countin
The life, the life (the life, the life)
The life, the life (the life, the life)
[Verse 1 - Ja Rule]
Yo, what up world, it's Rule public enemy number one
it's
the bitch wanna hear that Yo Gotti
Dope boy shit all in her speakers
And I want a brand new Bugatti ('gatti)
So I can pull up on Madonna (skkrrr)
And I
said hey yo sonny first of all gimme my money
Some much money we gettin' it ain't even funny
Little corny niggas be tryin' take my money from me
When
except for the wristwatch
Play with grown money while all of these kids watch
I fucked a bitch that I met off of TikTok
Pop me a bean and get ready for
up the sticky
Not that barnyard hay
We just getting to the money
Then get on our way
Yep, 3 whips back to back
Followed by a Cadillac
Trucks, sluts
on Sundays
That's only if you really out here getting money
No dope on Sundays
You know the trap back boomin' Monday
But no dope on Sundays
When you out
This nigga to give it all to me with the cut
Get the door
Yo whats up? What you need?
Hmm? Yeah
I'm out
Hop in the '6-3 Chevy, countin
At the same damn time
Letting off two different choppers at
The same damn time
Putting down in different projects at
The same damn time
Dope money still
stressin.." -> Scarface
"I started small time, dope game, cocaine.." -> Scarface
"Shit ain't nothin but the money flow in this camp.." -> Scarface
Ha ha yea
Uh real shit
Check it out yo
Get a grip, get it fast
More smoke, more cash dPG with the blue flag
One ratchet ho with a fat ass
Category,
shots like Jon Gotti
That choppa chop yo chop up like Hibachi
Why you hating on a nigga like a Nazi
Aint no way no way a bitch can stop me
Told lil baby
been looking for Yo Gotti, I'm in the bank nigga
Nigga dozing off on them pills and drank nigga
Count up 5 million cash, make you faint nigga
I just
shotties
I’ll send a hit like I’m Gotti
Dance on a pack like I’m Scotty 2 Hotty
My niggas rich no Roddy
I’m smoking OG mixed up with Gelatti
Don’t wanna
the bird, double R, that's some cold shit
All I rock is white, them on my old shit
All my niggas solid, all my hoes thick
DJ drop that Gotti, this that dope
find you in a ditch
This dope ain't yo dope
And these cuts and yo cuts
Yo, but this is my 12 gauge in yo muthafuckin guts
Don't make me pump this
lane
I pull up and fuck on yo main
I'm covered in money, I'm drippin
These niggas they telling, they snitchin'
So we gon' fuck on all they bitches, I
What's all the noise about?
Have some respect shut the fuck up
Driveby money talkin shit yo back the truck up
Y'all niggaz don't respect me but
drippin in Dior
Ma i came a long a way from kickin in them doors
Skrillaville baby so you know im money hungry
Aint fuckin with me daily so i do it by my
could take over Gotti
Poo by the poo while you just another hottie
Niggas roll bricks that'll stay if it's notty
Chorus
For the love of money (dollar
yo block and we trap it out
Looking for ransom the dope hostage
Everything busted down to ounces
Money and dirty scales on the counter
Machines guns
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