Lyrics:
Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy
Enchanted by women who speak nasty
Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week
Leaning on my lawyer pinky
throwing up 100s you Know I be flexing
They was selling them drugs and my homie was hitting
He a father too young but his daughter ain't missing
I do this
bands
Hundred bands hundred bands
Hundred bands
Bahh
Smoking all this contraband contraband contraband
So many brands
Feel like the man
Gold on my
niggaz head trauma
Bulletproof shield is made of gold armor
Brain surgeon is aversions my purgin' mind urban
Scientists found killed and wrapped up
ass niggaz running back cant fuck with Eazy"
"Word'em up"several times
Another murder I comitted made front page a nigga dead from a drive by
did with
wristwatch, what you call that?
Swollen with the rip top, what you call that?
Your bitch made a pit stop, what you call that?
Smoking out the Ziploc, what,
fifty)
Let that pistol go when I was nineteen years old (nineteen, uh)
First time I turned twenty, I was cashin' out on gold (uh, gang)
Rich nigga
I got sinisters in every room wit me
I got sinisters in every room wit me
I got hundreds spread out on the bed wit me
Same time goin' dummy
Made 100
Here he comes with a snake on his tongue
Dripping with gold from bad deeds well done
Got a silk new shirt
And a line in stick
He's drop dead gorgeous
around them hundreds, you know how much that is (tens)
Too much to give me cash, they had to wire me the back end (send it)
Niggas in here lookin' tough,
that pun’s intended
Just a black man interrupted wait
Please let me finish
And for record
I go that monkey off my back
So for the record
Always refused
Injayam uSliqe
Yeah
Always picture life by my birds eye view
Everything in life that I got I choose
Married to the game long time I do
Only WU's man
I went to your house a little monkey in the gloom
You were making bacon the punch line came too soon
Made me a beverage thought I had it made
(skrrrrrrrrrr) hundred round drum, more fire
I keep it on my jit, he got no priors
God bless the niggas doing
Twenty over crack sales
Human Made hoodie, jacket
getting paid, blue faces
Hundred dollar bills (Dollar bills)
Made my mama cry, make her get the chills (Get the chills)
Never will I fold, do this for
the measles, mumps, malaria, meningitis, monkey pox, and rubella
And I had the shots for all six of 'em
Went fishin' by the creek, threw my pole out there for
happens like I'm Tony Romo
I'm better than a referee
Don't let the internet fool you
100k on the 'Gram doesn't make you a celebrity (a celebrity)
You
Million-dollar-sponge-rap über Drogen und Gewalt
100k im Monat, nur mein Koks hat mehr Gehalt
Crack wird gepusht im Nightlife, bin in der Hood zur Crimetime
Sie kommen mit
niggaz head trauma
Bulletproof shield is made of gold armor
Brain surgeon is aversions my purgin' mind urban
Scientists found killed and wrapped up
hold you down
Bun B da ima man amongst men my chain is white gold my steel is Tungsten
I'm made of tough skin you gon' respect me
(hold up) take mo
the southside tryna get throwed
Got a grill like a mouthful of gold
With the meats on the left and some fine ass hoes own the right still heating up coals, uh
She's a bad girl, ain't another one like her in the whole world
Oooh, when I seen her in the thong
It made me hit the streets and start singing love
Sport tailor made outfits with matchin' aligators
Visa gold
Bank account on swole
Got my million dollar decimal under control
Millions a fantasy
(fire)
Ayy, fire
Add paper to the fire
I made my mind up (made my mind up)
I don't know what you been told
But all that glitters isn't gold
My money green
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