Letras
Yeah, street ties, gang shit, more money more murder, yeah
I'm furious, hey, hey
I went from a worker straight to a boss Fuck them apartments, I need me a loft
I get that sack and I'm gon' get it all Nigga play with me, I'm lettin' off
I hit the mall, nigga, I buy it all Nigga, we don't give a fuck what the cost
Nigga tryna ride my wave, huh Guess they see me takin' off
She wanna do my love, uh She wanna take these drugs, uh
She wanna pop a Percocet I just wanna get her turkey neck, uh
She wanna give me love, uh I'm tryna find me a plug
She wanna pop a Percocet All I want is that lil' turkey neck
Say you a plug, I'm in search of that Wrist in the Pyrex, I'm workin' that
You know where I be, where they servin' at But I never be where they workin' at
You heard I retired, who told you that? Murder for hire, Im forcin' that
Might run in your spot where them birdies at Man, anything more than I'm Murkin' that
When I step out the spot, nigga, know that I'm clean Sellin' that butter like I'm Paula Deen
That boy make him sick just like Charlie Sheen She tap a vein dont remember my name
But she know I sold her that butter bean Paid me in chains, but it's all green
Cashed out at the coin star, Walked out with more gwap
Ayy, ayy, in the trap house like In pork & Bean In the project like In Pork & Bean
Robbed a nigga on Martin Luther King Whipped out on him and told him it's not a dream
I like that paper, no light green I like that paper, no light green
Dream about that money, a sex scene Wake up nigga with the wet dream
I went from a worker straight to a boss Fucked them apartments, I need me a loft
I get that sack and I'm gon' get it all Nigga play with me, I'm lettin' off
I hit the mall, nigga, I buy it all Nigga, we don't give a fuck what the cost
Nigga tryna ride my wave, huh Guess they see me takin' off
She wanna do my love, uh She wanna take these drugs, uh
She wanna pop a Percocet I just wanna get her turkey neck
She wanna give me love I'm tryna find me a plug
She wanna pop a Percocet All I want is that lil' turkey neck
She wanna smoke a lil' weed and fuck After we done, wanna cuddle up
I ain't gon' lie, I'ma beat it up after that I walk out, she like, what the fuck
She want her hair done, oh, she need some weave, I'm savin' up for them forgi's
I want the shoes with the LVs Your baby daddy couldn't afford the shit for you
Baby, why the fuck is you tryin' me? You don't got love for him like you got for me
Why the fuck are you lyin' ye? She want my heart, but I left it with jazz
She wanna stunt and put on for the gram while I risk my life tryna bring back them grams
The young nigga roadrunnin' Yeah, I got some old hunnids
Yeah, I like them old hunnids Yeah, you wanna hold somethin
I'm in the rush to get back to the money that I left the sink runnin
They say they won't take somethin' You know I'ma shake somethin
You know I'ma stink somethin