Lyrics:
But I'm the new owner of these fuckin streets
Go by da name of Plies have you heard of me?
[Verse 2:]
Nigga since me everybody body claiming REAL
I go by the name
Zuncho
Rhyme, di ma man muh go house, mama deh cook rice
If you go meet your mum, she fi put you right
After that we go go, baba go
popping they top
I'd rather pop bubbly, one for B-I-G and one for Pac
N****, trust me, I'm hot as they get, like Al Green
Getting hit by a pot of them
(Run that money counter baby)
Tennyaaa' I'm tennyaaa'
I'm way ahead of ya (Head of ya)
I'm tellin' ya (Tellin' ya)
I'm not from Earth I'm celestial
that I ain't scared cos me I dey
Tell em all to move way
Never had a new Jag
So I'm tryna get this money
Me I dey
Got an army on my back yh we don't play
P's for the hunger
If I'm not around no more, it's cause My money longer (Money, give me Money)
I keep my, fam first, Ric Flair Dripping in this Gucci
him well, get him high, he might fuck around and die
I guess you know by now who's number one
Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from
(Number one)
Tell them niggas we can get it, still ridin' 'round this city
By my lonely with this .50, think it's glue to my lap
I was bummy, now I'm litty, want
wiv, mils
Muma didn't raise no dumb kid
Came from the dirt and look at mans merk
But now I'm in the Beamer one series turbs
Money, money makes the world
shit)
This money just coming in and I want it all (it's coming)
These niggas never seen me ball so hard
Cause I'm coming with yo bitch and now she
fendi
(Verse) Killa Glock Mane
Money what I’m counting, I be drippin like a fountain/ cocaine by the mountain, if you want it, I got ounces/ Glock stay
fries
Know she got a nigga I'm a keep it P and I'm a keep it G
Long as you come through and every time you know you keep it neat
He say I'm fucking down
.45 Rip a nigga to pieces
A-C-P's hit him right in his teeth
I'm gone charge it all to this black card
I can't let niggas go on counting my jeans
I
n shit
Wake up in morning bussin dwn i need some feta cheese
Man I miss brother board a flight im going overseas
Put P in putting work, tryna be
innocente pero neex tiene las llaves
Neex no fuma Mari hahah muchas cantidades
Ella mala sabe lo que hace pero es muy suave
I hop in four by four, I'm with
like armadillas,
And fuck ya hospital, young money, we the illest,
And I aint gotta lie when I tell you im the illest,
My flow is nasty, like C Y
mashing so my money steady calling
O I'm answering Collect too pierce minds and collect dues
Pop p's at a fee tickle her purse till she huchu sneeze
I'm
I'ma get it back now, uh
From the cage of the stage
They don't know the songs, can tell by the way that they rage, uh
I'm faced by the shade they
the whole damn world
We gangsterous!
Bitches on niggas, let them think they got game
We sent them hoes, them hoes know Bob by they name
We put the P's in
got the yay? I gots to have it, give it up nigga,
You play the role like you so hard and you get plucked nigga
I got a k, but with two q.p.'s, I'm
Nature O P P
You might call it Treachery I guess I'm just a O D B
Uh that's when I knew that it was time to jet
Soon as she just st-stuttered and start
If you don't want kno trouble betta get back from me
I was trained as a youngin' go and get dat money
Dats right [x8]
[Verse 1:]
I'm on da cover
here, "LOL, FOH"
Then he send another picture with a gun on his waist
I'm like, oh shit, I need more liquor
I got money and everythin' don't touch my
a bird and a glock
On the block makin money where they murder a lot
Or you can catch me up top shootin dice for a yard
I'm talkin six digits, niggaz bet
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