Lyrics:
them devils playin' games in my mind
Ex drug dealer, still tryna be divine
Take a look in my thoughts, yeah, you know what's on my mind
By any means,
I'm spazzing (brrt, brrt)
Half a mil', brrt, brrt for the back end
Phantom grille, hit her, brrt, brrt, when you back in
Makin' my money do flips
in the hay!
Hey! Oh
Benny and Nina
Sitting in a tree!
K-I-S-S-I-N-G!
Que bochinche!
Nina and Benny!
K-I-S-S-I-N-G!
Hold up
Yea
Its the gang nigga
Hey
Stack until my money long
Spaz until Im on the throne
You niggas sweet like honey combs
Im more like Sean Puffy Combs
Aw yeah, word up, word to mother. Here comes G. Rap with another one y'all.
We going to swing it like this
I'm right in front of my front steps
a champion
Young nigga but I'm still O.G
Supreme Team like 1993
Triple 6 on my coffin, I dance with the devil
Came back with a vengeance, Christ off
a champion
Young nigga but I'm still O.G
Supreme Team like 1993
Triple 6 on my coffin, I dance with the devil
Came back with a vengeance, Christ off
your turn they say it's by luck
Handle my business and clean it for mum (precious mum)
I can't go to bed the money I bug
Voice of a hero they feel me
Dolce & Gabbana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her 'cause they want her
I spit a little G, man, and my game got her
A hour later have that
Dolce & Gabbana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her 'cause they want her
I spit a little G, man, and my game got her
A hour later have that
ass bitch)
I can't hang with all my
Homies 'cause they handout
Asking for some money
I started kicking in doors, just for money
(just for the money
peace
Bury me a G, you niggas can thank me! (Bury me a G)
By the second verse
You already know it's a homicide
All this pain in my eyes but I'm making
peace
Bury me a G, you n*ggas can thank me! (Bury me a G)
By the second verse
You already know it's a homicide
All this pain in my eyes but I'm making
it
Take it way past the limit
Go back 6 years and throw some G funk in it
MC Lyte long as the money green collect
This is for my dogs hittin'
Switches
Expensive hot clothes, drop-top Rolls
East Coast, West Coast, fiends overdose
'Gruff get the CREAM wit' my team
Then I'm ghost!
This money be temptin' me
my lifestyle
Hustla / pimp / gangsta / fly
And I'm a stay High
Off that chocolate thai
With money, power, respect and pretty ass women by my side
Foo
woman and kids
Bitch niggas stop bitchin' it's just how it is
Now watch me let that sexy Nina kiss you by my ribs
You won't be satisfied till I send
(Yea) This is my story, yeah, I'm from that Chi-town dirt
I went from being broke to sleeping in Versace shirts
(Yea) This is my story, money, cars,
Aye, yeah
Oh now they saying that I changed
Funny how money could make people change
Everybody acting strange but it ain't nothing new
Same shit it's
Okay, aye man, I'm sucka-free, sucka duckin'
Tell all them suckas get the fuck outta my way MAN
You understand?
G Season
Told you motherfuckas once,
Aw yeah word up word to mother. Here comes G. Rap with another one y'all.
We going to swing it like this...
I'm right in front of my front
And she run me the money she put a foot on the check
When I fuck her from the back I put my foot on her neck
I be Bangin on the door like Wilma behind that
and I like her demeanor
Baby girl bad and she holding the nina
Kicked my ass to the curb, shawty was meaner
Pull up in the Audi then I got the Beamer
jersey, that's word to Camden
These bitches' time tick-tockin', better stick to dancin'
I D&G the wallet, my money tall and brolic
Big-ass backyards,
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