Lyrics
Oh you owe a nigga money, ho you better pay dat
Oh you owe a nigga money ho you better pay dat
DSG da winning team lil ho we where the pape at
Hit my cash app or the Zelle if you wanna text back
Niggas think they know me boy you knew me way back
I ain't the same, up and let it bang, choppa bullet sang
DSG, boy that be the gang, don't care what you claim
Work this rod like it's Nagato, I could bring you pain
Ghetty green, I get different type of green this romaine, my bitch
Bad waist snatched, she a snack, I taste dat
I might drop a couple racks it ain't nothin' for a mack
I'm a fool with the game I might push up on dat
Hit her from the back, Meek Mill I tell her take that
Everybody that said fuck me wish they could take it back
Only fuck with five-star shit but I don't know max, huh
I had street dreams did that shit they said was NAC, slidin
Like I laid down wax, now I'm puttin' shit on wax
The only thing you can have faith in is yourself
You're wrong, the only thing you can have faith in is money
After all, they say that money talks wherever you go
This bitch here a motor mouth, hit her once then kick her out
Invite her to the telly, but the hoe won't never see my house
She think that she gon' slime me behind a hoe I ain't goin' out
Mr. and Mrs. Smith, I fuck my show em what my Wesson bout
Say girl what you lyin' bout? Say that for your man
Say girl what you cryin' bout? Say that for your man
She like Candice Flynn why you worried bout my plans
I'm on point like the head on Phineas you wouldn't understand
Oh you owe a nigga money, ho you better pay dat
Oh you owe a nigga money ho you better pay dat
DSG da winning team lil ho we where the pape at
Hit my cash app or the Zelle if you wanna text back
Niggas think they know me boy you knew me way back
I ain't the same, up and let it bang, choppa bullet sang
DSG, boy that be the gang, don't care what you claim
Work this rod like it's Nagato, I could bring you pain
Ghetty green, I get different type of green this romaine, my bitch