Lyrics:
[Hook by Blam]
This is sumtn' 4 urrbody get yo' hands up
On the grind, money on yo' mind get yo' grands up
If you on top getting hella guap stand up
Heaven or Hell, base it all on my instincts
My hands dirty, you worried bout mud in your sink
You like to mistake a street nigga for real nigga
The same
with morals and
Plans of living cordial
Not rich, but wealthy
There's nothing you can tell me
My killings are not remorseful
The city got my back,
bout a dollar, I'll holla, keep it comin
Keep that big cummy, money on my country
Came out the dirt, yeah, I came from the dungy
Roll out, roll out
Out
comin' in, I get to rumblin', stumblin' all of you guys
You are a traitor, I see your disguise, I am not stoppin till all of you die
However you wanted
(stay high)
And I'm gonna hold it down (down) when I come into your town (town) 2x
By any means
Got a couple goals
Finna hold it down in my town (town)
(They be workin')
Like they'll turn me to snake, but it ain't worth it, nuh (Worth it, no)
And I'll cut you off, ain't comin' right
Night time,
hoes mad
I'm that fly chick all these lames wish they had
Big ol booty, make him trick off all his cash
Keep em' in 2 bags, his feelings and his cash
crispy, mind on chips, rhyme on shit
That's strictly made for cats whose rich
Excuse me, is that your bitch in my 6?
Turnin' up the volume when she
believe corporations runnin' marijuana? (How that happen? Ooh)
And your country gettin' ran by a casino owner (ooh)
Pedophiles sponsor all these fuckin'
Today you're walking in this terrible city
thinkin' about all you missed in your life
your house is paid
and your wife is not gone
and you've got
glizzed
Close your eyes if you need it
I'm what you'll never be
I mean
I ain't somethang that you over seen
No cap, Big drip
Widda money that I make in
don't test me, many rappers don't impress me
You try steppin into my city I'll, Snipe 'em like Wesley
So you best be on your way, I'm doper than
you want Mandingo
Big, black and handsome
I should hold your devil ass for ransome
Sorta like Patty Herst, but I'll burst first bitch
And you
just gotta a sort of anger against me
They wanna kill me, drive by and throw shots at my grave, it's crazy
But all gravy 'cause I'm gettin' cash money
Niggas postin' pics on the 'Gram with the plug money (raided my shit twice)
So niggas kick down your door for the drug money, yeah (The Butcher comin
on the corner never be lonely
Stuck in the gutter mayne, coke packs like Tony
Bricks and pounds of weed half the city owe me
My shipment too big, frontin' out
practice
We tryna get rich and get it
Two fifty on the meter, got the push in it
And I'm riding through the city
Got your bitch with me
Now find in a jet,
shit, what are they thinkin?
They could stop, a nigga from comin up
They could stop a young nigga from makin big bucks
Independent, and black owned
motherfuckin' city up
And nigga that's real comin' from the south
You wack ass rappers watch your motherfuckin' mouth
Preachin' that positive bullshit that you
motherfuckin' city up
And nigga that's real comin' from the south
You wack ass rappers watch your motherfuckin' mouth
Preachin' that positive bullshit that you
percent is the part that I'm giving
In the city with a big Benz (Gang gang)
Gang Gang no fake friends (Woo)
If its money than I stand a chance
Woo (Woo)
Yah
[chorus]
Drop top big talk we movin’ on
To bigger tings don’t look back goin’ strong
Aim for the moon(moon) share with my goons
It’s comin’ soon
the basement
Big city, small town
Cause when your money's up
That's when they all 'round
But the minute that you slip, they dip
And it's no one to depend
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