Lyrics:
SpeakerBangerz
My diamonds shine like the stars
And that's why a young nigga came through flexin'
Double Gs on me and my Patek luminescent, yeah
bankroll tim!
Bankroll after bank roll big money I like it bank roll
after bank roll a million
Dollars on my mine 100 gs at a time
Im like a bitch with
My life is nothin' but a G thing
Pick up 100 G's, take off a G-string
Clique full of Gs and some bad-ass bitches
Oh, your ear to the streets? Okay,
And I don't want to work anymore
So I won't stop till I reach the top
Now I just bought a brand new car
GS4 but the notes is too high
So I'm gonna hit
Ign'ant motherfucker please
You know exactly what a motherfucker need
I need a bag 'bout a hundred fifty Gs
You don't want us to make
I'm coming down like a partition
Making all of these fucking Gs
They can't even keep it 100
I got the trap bumping, nigga what you want
Call in
OFF WITH SIXTEEN G?S
AND LEFT TWO MEN LYING COLD
SOMEBODY ROBBED THE GLENDALE TRAIN
AND THEY MADE OFF WITH THE GOLD
NOW CHARLIE JONES WAS THE ENGINEER
(Whoa, whoa)
You've got your problems
(Whoa, whoa)
I've got my eyes wide
(Whoa, whoa)
You got your big Gs
I've got my hash pipe
Uh
I can't help
(Whoa, whoa)
You've got your problems
(Whoa, whoa)
I've got my eyes wide
(Whoa, whoa)
You got your big Gs
I've got my hash pipe
Uh
I can't help
Mitternacht allein
Vorbei an hundert Gs, von denen jeder Blickkontakt vermeidet
Wenn ein Türsteher zu mir sagt, ich passe nicht rein
Dann sag ich „Du hast
for
Once we turn the corner, light up the endo
A-yo, a-yo, a-yo
Yes she with me getting low like a limbo
Roll with Gs and we'll show you how to get
violated the squad
Forget the albums
Forget the mixtapes in the shop
Real Gs don't procrastinate on the job yeah
I got a black ski mask, but I don’t ski
But
beat
And I be so high, so damn high that you can't see
I be chiefin' keef and these bitches love Chief Keef
'Cause he keep a couples Gs, got LVs
I told my niggas if you hold me back
From pursuin', ain't no comin' back
We gon' catch these Gs, now watch me do just that
Make these monies easy
Gotta use what you've learned, in order to receive what you've earned
Make sure (ya heard me)
Real niggas do real thin'gs so recognize real niggas in
for "girl" like "gangster"
Don't make 'em like me anymore, so we're in danger
So at ease, little guy, we outrank ya
And when the Gs come around, just
[Snapper] *Talkin*
Capone-E, let's ride da de da da
[Chorus 1: Fingaz [Snapper]
Do you wanna mob wit Gs [From the school of Hard Knocks mothafukkas]
money that's nothing to me
Told my homie, lets run up them Gs
Put that shit on some jewelry and freeze
Catch a case, you not coming with me
In the field,
Uh, YSL tag on my tee, uh (this t-shirt, nigga)
Balenciaga, my feet (my kicks)
No cap, I'm really on fleek (on fleek)
No rap, I'm still on my Gs
Put man on ice with a 223
Man got bored of these random neeks
So we got locales sent them to the Gs
Come like GTA when it's peak
Coz I heist man's yard
bills
He's making Gs oh please!
Jme ain't your local dealer
Jme don’t sell no keys
Jme don’t put food in the sealer
Because I'm shotting them T’s
I'm
don't aim like you
Me and my Gs are W gang
You and your mandem always lose
See the pain and truth
Real life ting I'm ain't living on smooth
So many of my
Rennen wie test ik ben op die gas
We geven de gas zoek op de GS
Ik heb geen stress ze heeft niet besef
Maar wacht als ik kom met X ADV
Dit is geen
comercial
Llevar la pasta a kel
Gente Jodida MG somos Gs
desde New York corona hasta Paris en cualquier país
Soy el gurú soy Peke , Heihachi en el tekken
Soy
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