Letras
Yeah, yeah, uhh
My nigga, my nigga
Know what it is, yeah
What the fuck, sir?
I'm on the block
See ya
I've been the block with that chop bitch
Spit a hundred shots, salt the whip
I'm a boss, so you know a nigga money long
A pimp nigga, you know my game strong
From the oak to the act, it's the same song
Disrespect gets slumped, what you do, zone?
Activists in my style phone
Young niggas riding on thrones
We keep it pure, my nigga, we don't step on it
Fish scale to chef, I stay with the best
On me and the Jets with the Mets
Talking deals on them, it's the mob
And I only spit the real for the hustlers
From the land to the act, to KC
Money getting niggas down to West V
To the city of dope, it's A-O-B
All on the bitch, pimpin', we getting cheese
If money means everything
Then what's love got to do with it, when people change?
What's love? Cause I'm dope with this
It's like smoking paper planes
It don't last long
If money means everything, then what's love got to do with this
Mafia nigga, fly my niggas down, set the direction
Now bitches wave us down like metal detectors
Mickey Mouse is drippin' off of the rifle
Game blood pits goin' straight for the stifle
And so much shit they never know what we die for
Drunk and leanin', strappin' the ride too
Windows up, tack, still we don't drive slow
Snap your hat back, ridin' the drive-thru
You ain't buyin' crack, don't even slide through
Fresh off the jack with a nigga with life, yo
Niggas was ill, we on some now shit
Though we kill, still fly the cow shit
Niggas from the field
Had your whole house hit
If I'm on the call, I let a child live
Niggas on the yard, wish they was out here
Pray that you come back
If moms without niggas
If money means everything