Letras
Ooh, R.J
He always talking cash shit, but never have no fucking money (what?)
Everywhere I go, I keep a rack, you fucking dummy (dumb ass nigga)
All my bitches eating, not one bitch bummy (not one)
Put the chop to his side, have him walking like a monkey
Put that bitch to a tussle, blow that bitch, I hear a mumble
Keep the big forty ruger for them bitches tryna touch me
Capture me as y'all move, 'cause a lil' bitch humble (Molly B)
We tryna get this money like me, baby boy, but it's a hustle (it ain't easy)
You gotta stay focused and you gotta have muscle
Keep it strapped at all times, hating niggas try to bust you
Put the silence on that bitch, all you gon' see is body fumble
Making bitches sick, I walk in, her tummy grumble (scary ass bitch)
Bitches start coming around when they see that check tho' (check this cash, bitch)
In the street with the heat, niggas don't want trouble (ay)
Free Roc, missing my pops, I swear I'm doing it for you (ay)
Molly B, it feel good when the whole hood love you