Letras
They going crazy in the streets so im running to the bag
Out here chasing all the bands
You can see the money falling out the luggage when we land
Steady smoking on the za i can barely feel my hands
Eyes hella chinese but im only seeing cash
If i catch another opp then we riding on his ass
We about to let him have it they gone clap but theres no act
Ever since a fucken younging all i knew was flipp the sacks
Only time I trust a bitch is when I'm speaking to my moms
And she be lying her ass off
Mama found my dope sack now she's kicking my ass out
Tried to talk back once and she popped me in my mouth
Ima hit my pimp walk when I leave the crib
Leave an enemy chalked out leaking out his head
My ex beefing with my girl had to mediate the beef
My mama mad as fucking hell they always yelling in the streets
So i gotta get packa a pole you already know its beef
& im the first to clear my plate after everybody feast
Ion even gotta try im making in my sleep
Money stacked high as hell it go right up to my knees
She asked if ive vegan bitch im about my cheese
Cha Ching diamond rings she like shiny things into finer things
She bring the money to me errytime she hit blade
We getting money by the hunnids, aint no time to play
Paid a pretty penny for it look at how it blang
I only hang with bosses i aint never round no lames
If you catch me nobody know i got a thang
I know some shooters that'll wack you for a fucken steak
Ruth Chris after the op just to celebrate
I like my steaks from boa but I'm down for Ruth Chris too
And I asked all of my shooters
And they said they like it too
I be doing what I do
So I be hustling at my job
But I don't ever be showing up
My ass stay just calling off
Walk a opp just like a dog
She likes my style says it's raw
Rolls Royce & a ménage
Simmer down or semi -nah
Semi nema nema nema nah
Ima hit my fucking dance