Letras
Ahhnn
Bitch ain't fuck with the MOP niggas (hmm)
Foldless in the Shit like his here' he ain't here before
We back dropping music like we ain't here before nigga (bitch)
Nigga me and Syko Back in the studio (Foldless)
We dropping shit back to back like never before (Foldless Do Theeeee)
So Go like' subscribe this ain't a AD nigga (Bitch)
When I walk out it's racks on my mind
When I walk out it's cash in my bag (ahhn)
Errwhere i go I stay stuck in my grind
When I walk out it's money on my mind
Ahnnn (Bitch)
Imma shoot him in his legs, shoot him in his head
I got shooters Errwhere looking for my bread
If i catch him with his bitch Shoot him in his bed
And I'm never stop searching till my Money SENT
SHOOTERS pull up GLE, Pull up in a Benz
Imma pull in a V pull up to the trench
If he ain't talking bout cash ion wanna text
If she is not a good bitch then ion wanna sex
When I walk out it's racks on my mind
When I walk out it's cash in my bag (ahhn)
Errwhere i go I stay stuck in my grind
When I walk out it's money on my mind (ahhhn)
Put the switch on the Glock, now it's sounding like a beat
Hunnid on the dash, sliding through the east
It Ain't a fucking thing sweet, fire on the seat
Mixin' Wock with the red, now I'm high for a week
Told the plug double up, I need five on the piece
Pop out with the stick, jumping out the Jeep
Dra dra Draco with the woods, dancing like a bitch
If he speaking on my name, then they putting him to sleep
I ain't worried 'bout a threat, if it's beef then we eat
Mixin' Fanta with the drank, got me flexing on the beat
I just bust down the load, now I'm back on my feet
We be talkin' big chicken, they be flexin' on the wings
Brody got a new K, said he'm ready for the hit
Got a freak in the suite, let her sniff while I eat
She said baby Why you so cold? I said "bitch, I'm street"
If it's smoke, we gon' slide, ain't slept in a week