Letras
Spend a hundred then I make it right back
I roll through the hood
With my pockets of stacks
I slide out the v with my music on blast
Slacks and straps on deck
This how we live lil nigga
Countin' the cash, ain't nothin' to give
Money flowin' like a river, never runnin' dry
And I'm rollin' through the hood
Diamonds shinin' bright
Money in my pocket, everything right
Gun on my waist, ain't afraid to spray
Shorty on my dick, she just wanna play
Shorty wanna fuck again, I'm the best
Got a Smith & Wesson
Ain't nobody finna test me
Money, guns, hoes
That's the lifestyle that I lead
What, what, it's just me and gang
When I spark this blunt n lay back
I can't feel a thing, she feelin' in her gut
Give her back shots so I can ease the pain
Talkin' to me crazy, and best believe
You gon' die in vain
Why these niggas talkin
Pull up on him, hit him in his noggin
He say he got a hundred, where the cash
Man, that nigga floging, these bitches shakin' ass
All on me, I might throw some cash
Heard a opp-ass nigga dissin' on the gang
Now we on your ass
If I catch a opp, we pop his ass
Just like a wilder man
If he still alive, we spinning back
Just like a ceiling fan
See that nigga lackin, we kidnap
Em we put him in a van
Smokin' on this za za to the face
I can't even land
Sippin' on his dirty juice, got me loose
Now I'm feelin' you
She wanna bring a friend, that's times two
What we gon' do
I walk up in this bitch with shades on
Cause I'm not sober
She tryna act gangster, when I put it in
I already told her
Ha ha ha, I already told her
Yeah, put it in her, she like
Ha ha ha