Letras
Money, boy, shit, like
In the kitchen, breaking down a brick
Fuckin' over dishes
On the corner, like a bake shop
Wasn't servin' biscuits
I'm probably stabbin' in the demon
But the shoe is Christian
I'm lookin' for a Faygo pop
That I can pour the Trish in
Pour it in, it's sinkin' slowly
I'm not talkin' quicksand
Rockstar, I can fuck a bitch and her best friend
Fish scale on the floor, real in a dope head
Blunt, strong, gettin' money
Give a fuck what they sayin
Organize the crime for the money
Call me Mayer Lenz
Ride ARP and black out
They might come in handy
This chopstick a cook shit
Like it's Gordon Rams
Five hoes in one night
It's like these bitches ran
He addicted with the strips
I'm bout to call up ten
Rose gold buzzed
I look like some water dance
When we tryna ship the work
You vacuum-seal with HEV
Hispanic bitch, bad as fuck
And she came with credit
I can show you how to mix the whole brick
Just gotta know the measure
These niggas, they ain't really on shit
Just gotta pile some pressure
I done stepped on a whole bunch of money
And some Prada shoes
Got back, tryna hang and be cool
You don't know the rules
Got back, tryna line up in the trap
Only cook niggas shoot
They was shootin' dice inside the crib
Had my shooter posted on the wall
See, one of my opps can't even live
Like a wood, I'ma face him too
Big dawg, givin' out deals
Servin' baby food
Baby, it's a big gun
Now I get to shootin
Kinda act a fool
On my phone, bitch, I got that tweaker
Practicin' no perks and juice
Heard you got your tweaker
Wrapped, shouldn't have worked for dude
Lil' dawg done brought four more straps
Heard he snatched them too
Big shit and made him crash
The whole scat tryna move
Vinny went and dropped
The whole fuckin' trap off of juice
Dennis, bitch, a squirter
She done fucked up the tweaker
Twenty thousand dollars
Full of cash
Got me hangin' out the roof
Bayphone with the cape
Nigga, this my monkey suit
Givin' out shots with this bitch
This shit hundred proof
Big-ass crib in the back
It's a swimmin' pool
Blew the money
Got that shit back
Nigga, times two
Glock get to sneezin' on a nigga
It say, I chew
Let a nigga give me couple M's
Watch what I do
Hit a nigga block in the Benz
With the slime roof
Hundred thousand
Use a money counter
It's gon' help me count it
Couple pints of liquor
And them bitches
Gon' fuck everybody
I just made some money
I can't tell nobody
My lil' nigga got a striker
He just tryna sell the body
Benz spent good
He gon' pull it out
And he gon' fuck everybody
I just made some money
I can't tell nobody
My nigga good
He gon' pull it out
And on the Hurley
Dreadhead smokin' good weed
Like I'm Bob Marley
Thirty-seven hundred
For these marble curties
Pull up on the block
Cut it off
We bout to have a party
Ice hittin' hard
When it's dark
I'm a walkin' target
Bitch got caught at Walmart
Now she scammin' Target
Yank just wanna drink