Lyrics:
business tight, not by tryina be Goldie
These niggas gettin they game picked down to the bone
If you listen on what these hoes have to say, your money's gone
Nah for real, niggas be bitches for real
Niggas be switching for real
Ball like I'm Pippen for real
Pushing my buttons for real
Trickin on hoes
the navy do
We gon send these bullets lil nigga like Brady do
I be on my ten so you know I ain't tripping dude
RIP my nigga tray let me catch a nigga dissin
they dudes
I'm sick wit the flow and this is all I know
More money, more cash, more hoes
Biatch
[Chorus: 2x]
More money, more cash, more hoes
[Chorus: x2]
More money, more cash, more hoes (what)
More money, more cash, more hoes (uh)
More money, more cash, more hoes (come on)
More money, more
You got it lil bruh, then i want it
Glock 23 on my hip, never lonely
We smoking that pressure and making our next move
I stay having hoes in the next
whole Bad Boy shit, we come to bring it to y'all niggas
Me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever, Black Rob
If you wanna dance, we dance (come on)
Now trick
whole Bad Boy shit, we come to bring it to y'all niggas
Me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever, Black Rob
If you wanna dance, we dance (come on)
Now trick
to do a drive-by tonight, that's why we tint these nigga
Heard shots rang out, just riding on my 10 speed
Seen the windows down and the bitch squeezed
with precision X2
HOOK
You aint gotta listen
Still ima tell u
lil story of my life
I was born in the kitchen
i aint being sarcastic
Literally with
A nigga talking 'bout mufucka can't use no tune
Like mufucka ain't in these streets
On Lil Moe grave these niggas is straight hoes (on God)
Niggas
McDonald's when I move in packs
Quarter-Pound Supersized bullets and Big Mac's
House longer than I-70, arise ten stories
And I still "Rob" niggas just like
Y'all know what the fuck this is
Y'all know exactly what this is
My lil cousin in the county fighting quadruple bodies
But when he beat it, we
some Za Kuz my plays really picky
Fucked a Lil hoe she look better Nikki
Know niggas flake so I keep me a blicky
Nine out of ten that bitch came wit
what I owe them
But I'm gon' show them, real niggaz stand on they own ten toes
So I'ma make all the money, and try my best to fuck all these hoes
a girl like a Jeannie
Prayed for a boss bitch and God granted my wish
I got a main chick thats 10 outta 10
Other hoes out here they 3 outta 6
I got a bitch
Too fly, I can get a mansion up in Dubai
Drive by, only one I land up in the Chi
Feds on me, and these niggas prayin' I get ten lives
Opps cats,
Bitch, I'm smoking gas in my chambers like it's the
We're sorry, your lyric could not be completed because
"Ay you LIL DARKIE, nigga?"
And we
lil jon]
Hey!
The pussy hoes in the club we searchin'
For the workin', straight twerkin'
Say, what's that noise? sit by the start
Dick get hard,
stressing
All these lil’ hoes don’t mean shit they some lessons
But girl you a blessing
Bet they just want the designer we dressed in
They hate how we
thangs
Fucked off a 4 piece from Wendy's mane
Don't talk to me bout no pimpin mane
My pimpin sweeter than sugar canes
All my hoes say I'm dirty
I tell'em
sauce finna floss fuck the cost tryna rob and you takin that loss
Jakes lookin through the alley so the gun got tossed
I be fuckin all yo hoes cause they
Three-zero on his back, bro shooting like Steph
Bitch no, you not gangsta, you lock for a theft
Bae think that I'm cheatin', lil' hoe say we F
Hoes be
thumbs
Get money or you bum
Rob a nigga just for fun
Niggas wicked where I'm from
See growing up
I ain't have much
So I ain't give a fuck
Want the smoke
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