Letras
(dwilly, I'm scared)
Chump change
Seven-seven figure, baby, gotta get some more
Get some chump change
Ay, ay, ay
I'm the drop sippin', block spinnin', money flip it, get it goin'
Body rippin', shawty pippin', top is missin' in the foreign
Locked in the depths where the scums go
West side baby from the strip, I keep the gun low
B-bitch, I see through hell's eyes, you can come and find me at my shows
I keep then shells hot, knockin', droppin' bodies on the floor
I-I can smell opps hidin' round the corner, stackin' paper like a mailbox
I got blue and green, I let the feds watch
Who that, who that? Move weight, shoot that, look back
It's that motherfucker, keep a steel up on him like he 'bout to cook that
One rack, two racks, three racks, four
Chump change, seven figure, baby, gotta get some more
Chump change
Seven-seven figure, baby, gotta get some more
Get some chump change
Seven-seven figure, baby, gotta get some more
It's that southside playa, p-p-pistol packin', paper stackin (killa)
Comin' up out them sticks, when we hit their block, they run back in (come here)
Mama done raised a Soulja, boy, I'm like, "What's hannin'?"
I done modded all my Glocks, all the opps think that I'm hackin'
He so-he so focused on his image, put him on a tee
We send 223s, he sends MSG's
Meso-mesothelioma off this gas, I cannot breathe
Don't try to keep up with me, better go get some, get cheese
Chump change
Seven-seven figure, baby, gotta get some more
Get some chump change
Seven-seven figure, baby, gotta get some
Get some chump change
Seven-seven figure, baby, gotta get some more
Get some chump change
Seven-seven figure, baby, gotta get some