Letras
(That's VanCroove, baby)
Nigga, that's a protocol
Nigga, looking for some
Ha, you don't get a call
Nigga, hey, alright
Getting money, stand on money
Nigga, that's a protocol
'Col
Ay, nigga
Ay, getting money, stand on money, that's a protocol
Nigga, looking for some DZ, he know who to call
White boy call me for a ball, he shoot it in his arm
He love that ball like a NBA all-star
I had it hard, nigga, you wouldn't even understand
I'm on the block, serving neck down 20s
Who's in half grand?
If you been in that car, and you ain't shoot, nigga, you flam
If you ain't been in that car, but in that trap, that's where your hand is
Are you really in a trap? Just stay focused, run your bands up
Nigga, I can motivate your pocket stuff, can't put my pants up
All these whiteheads on my phone, niggas think that I got dandruff
Fuck the bitch, they sent them home, huh, in the damn life
Ay, you don't get no pass, just 'cause you run out cash
Better stand on some bundles, them low boys be on your ass
Better switch that run of water and get some brand-new tires
Run trackers ass down when hardball on them
Why you taking off that track?
Ay, getting money, stand on money, that's a protocol
Nigga, looking for some DZ, he know who to call
White boy call me for a ball, he shoot it in his arm
He love that ball like a NBA all-star
I had it hard, nigga, you wouldn't even understand
I'm on the block, serving neck down 20s
Who's in half grand?
If you been in that car, and you ain't shoot, nigga, you flam
If you been in that car and you ain't shoot, nigga, you flam