Lyrics:
they stack ten
When you finally make one dollar
Their profit is Andrew Jackson ($20)
You skinny, they got plenty
The Benjamins? Before you see any
They
sweaters in the sink
Now the chain and my watch is gold Dweller with the link
I'm making cheddar, what you think?
Gettin' better by the blink
Let's save
to find me like Sadaam, got Bigga tatooed on my arm
Got Al Pac, he's a rider, he ready to squeeze on my command
I'm 'bout to give him 100 grizz, his brother
it down like a rider suppose to
When i make you gone be by my side and we gone be global (Yeah)
Don't care for no money jewelry or looks you fuck with
done run away
Too booted I be going stupid I'm still fresh out the pen
Use yo head before you lose it, bro em' they be tryna spin
Counting money getting
She noticed me by the face tats
The G swag
Designer pants
Cost a big bag
She trying to do it up
We could run that
Run it real fast
Cuz your so bad
I
ain't 'bout it like that
Coward out the hood to get it then I brought it right back
Blood money rider, keep the chopper right beside 'em
FMN fully loaded,
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the ep along by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you
were me, you'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our purity
(Chorus)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, these west coast riders with the down south G's
17
were me, you'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our purity
(Chorus)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, these west coast riders with the down south G's
17
these befo,
Country playa type nigga,
Stackin g's in mo!
(Princess)
I'm a pimp by blood playa by nature,
Keep ya man close or I might take him,
Wat he
gettin' that street cash
Say old money, new work
Smell the caine on my new shirt
My old g said strap up and don't lay your head where you do dirt
And my
the worse will vary
I heard you make 'em worry, that this for the loot
They intimidated by the rounds that a tank shoot
Tank dawgs salute
Every
the worse will vary
I heard you make 'em worry, that this for the loot
They intimidated by the rounds that a tank shoot
Tank dawgs salute
Every
Ye
Ye
Ye Uh
Yeah
(YEEEEAAHHH)
G Side, Way Side
Hill Side
HIT SHIT!
ALIASCRANKN on yo block with a hit stick
Scar Xaylor at the club wit a big bitch!
you striked
It's crazy
Money height like Dwight on a flight with KD
Crazy how I pulled up in a drop Rolls
Pocket rocket in my sneaker
Right above
that savage shit, I gotta represent
Y'all want some rider shit well here it is then
How you ridin'? Bad bitch hair did nails feet too
How you ridin'?
crack
I keep a g pack by my left nut sack
Niggz know rain snow sleet sunny
I be trappin juggin finessin and gettin to the money
On point pistol tucked
for her nigga
Lemme come thorugh, hit the stash, and walk up by the nigga
I can't see no other bitch for the B.G.
But a hot girl fo sho call her
Make a lotta dough i'm the baking man
But no patty cake, talking Benjamin
Shout out to Tink, she a G fo' show
Keep the beat up, that's nice and flow
Gotta get some money, gotta get him a piece
Gotta get him a low so he can beef up
Catch a nigga down bad and woedy gettin' stuck
(Chorus)
(B.G
words
Bitch
Jerm on the boards
This time around we want all the money
You niggas short changin' and shit
Show somethin'
Champagne and E-Z riders
Yeah, uh, uh, shh
You model, jewelry, or you rap nigga
Chase the cheese, you a rat or a trap nigga
All my G's alphabetical
Weed strains alpha
motherfuckers up when we pass by
Until I die, live the life of a boss player, 'cause even when I'm high
Fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my
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