Money On Ya Head

I put some money on your head

I put some money on your head

That's just the type of shit we on

That's just the type of shit we on

Niggas spin all through your block

Niggas spin all through your block

I bet that choppa break you off

Some problems

I bet that choppa break him off

Some problems

I bet that choppa break him off

Talking some problems

Niggas spin all throough your block

I bet that choppa break you off

Fuck with me now

Good god, this stupid hog

Reminds me at nighttime, the boulevard

Makes me think of murder

When you least expected it

Reminds me to keep that thing within reach

For niggas tryina catch you

Put you on camcord

All they gonn see is blood

Put that on the blog have me sitting up

Doing 15 in tin cans

Hot as hell fuck a lil comisary fan

And core craft so, they thought I was jokes

He assumed it was an easy mark, now he knows

All I do is chill, I be known my value

Pushing my threshold, I turn up the valium

Talking gay shit

I put these bullets inside you

You're my gun straight homo

My knife fuck torso now you suppose that

And let the wounds marinate pussy

I put some money on your head

I put some money on your head

That's just the type of shit we on

That's just the type of shit we on

Niggas spin all through your block

Niggas spin all through your block

I bet that choppa break you off

Some problems

I bet that choppa break him off

Some problems

I bet that choppa break him off

Talking some problems

Niggas spin all throough your block

I bet that choppa break you off

Fuck with me now

Pull up on the strip, straps out the window

Catch him with his bitch, shots at his bimbo

Talking murder 1, death to them fuck niggas

I heard that slick shit you

Said that wassup niggas

Light skin but I get busy on em

Light skin but I get busy on em

Level 1 vest, clips full extended

Grind I be on mine and you know that

Styling on these niggas fucking all they hoes

Vs1's on my neck, fresh on parole

Hit my nigga p, met me out in farah

We get money nigga, fuck niggas talking bout

Hopped out that blue thang with the hard top

Fucking with them coke boys

You's a long shot they still know the game

Shot my southside niggas it's queen thang

Prolly on a pimp, prolly on some lean mane

Talk crazy shooters aiming at your beam maine

It's ramadan and I'm eating

Like I'm breaking fat

Told shawty bust it open, but I'm staking at

I put some money on your head

I put some money on your head

That's just the type of shit we on

That's just the type of shit we on

Niggas spin all throough your block

Niggas spin all throough your block

I bet that choppa break you off

Some problems

I bet that choppa break him off

Some problems

I bet that choppa break him off

Talking some problems

Niggas spin all throough your block

I bet that choppa break you off

Fuck with me now

I roll the weed, inside the swisher

Take a good look at my wrists

This where my pockets get you

Gold chains, gold rings, try to scheme

Then that choppa hit you

For rock america, catching bodies for fun

And when them cops come

Rushing the lobbies we run

Got your girl twerk it

Everytime that she come

And if chains get that hoe on the molly

She done

Them o shea, grind hard get no sleep

That's why I rest that coke

Boys and that infamous and we roll deep

Goons talking that straight heat

So keep a cool like ac's smoking on that og

My kush loud like my dre's be dog

Quit talking like you real

You ain't never been

If my youngins spin the block

They gonn let it ring

Break em off, sound proper

And I put that on my hood

Ain't nothing changed

I put some money on your head

I put some money on your head

That's just the type of shit we on

That's just the type of shit we on

Niggas spin all through your block

Niggas spin all through your block

I bet that choppa break you off

Some problems

I bet that choppa break him off

Some problems

I bet that choppa break him off

Talking some problems

Niggas spin all throough your block

I bet that choppa break you off

Fuck with me now