Letras
Jumped in the lamb
I ain't know how to put that bitch in drive
Sticking wit my dawgs
Cuz all these Niggas switching sides
I got tired of being broke
We outchea flipping pies
Pray the lord still walking wit us through these wicked times
I got money on my mind money on my line
Nigga what you thought
Told her hit me on my other phone
I'm moving like a boss
Niggas outchea ain't been hustling
They scared to take a loss
Wanna do the shit we do
You got be ready to risk it all
You can't move the way we move
This angel boy shit like mob
If you scared then go to church
Don't wanna trap go get a job
They ain't wanna see us eat
Now it's our turn to let em starve
Way the VVS hit look like we out here selling dog
I been thuggin and shit
Man I'm loving this shit
It's like my only way of funding this shit
My baby mama turned boujie on the boy
She want that Cullinan shit
The inside like peanut butter and shit
I like VV's but now I'm going plain Jain
Rose gold and it's two toned
Way I got em swinging my door
It look like group home
The way my niggas eating
You prolly should follow suite on
Ceasar with the croutons
Steak wit the grey poupon look
Tom Ford Tuscan leather on me that's my aroma
And I bet ya shorty down to fuck
And I barely know her
Never hate the player hate the game
Cuz we ran the score up
All I know is that you other niggas is still below us
I'm just paying homage to the hustlers that came before us
When we come around just tell them niggas to put they hoe up
I remember Tommy Ross told me I never blow up
Send a message to em tell that bitch that he can't ignore us
Yea
I like to watch the tables turn
And then go sit around it