Nhạc sĩ: JT Money, Dre, Marcello Valenzano
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
I got them going crazy, they're trying to lock down J-BabyThem suckers don't wanna pay back, them niggas must think I'm crazyThey must do business shady, or they think that I can't countDon't need a big bank account, *** that bull***, I'm outTime to start my own ***, mother***er, I own ***Boy, I'm on some grown ***, understand, I'm my own bitchGet your hands up out of my pocket, y'all readin' mother***ers better stop itY'all niggas can't play my profit, so you might wear a backup outfitMoney man, don't *** around, boy, I will shut you downYou don't wanna bust it down, now you gotta stop bustin' clownsSo please don't *** with mine, and I won't have to *** with yoursCause when I bring them toys, we knockin' down them doorsAnd anything else in my way, interfering with my payY'all niggas gon' run today, don't *** around with JI don't see them awards, or them plaques, or them thank you contractsMatter of fact, *** thatAll I want is to see youAnd my back all rightY'all done ***ed around with thisAll the bitch ass niggas ain't down with thisY'all braving that niggas stop hound Of this***, ***, mother***ersY'all funk ass niggas better recognize I work your niggas out like exerciseI'm the *** mother***er, I flex with mine You gotta show peace, I rest in mineNigga, I ain't lying, mother***ers don't know about JAnd the damn thing hold by J *** around B-D-O-ANigga, that *** show okay You don't know this gang, this ***Plus, I won't take your trick Y'all *** niggas think y'all slickLet me tell y'all niggas ain't *** But when them killers comeThat's when all y'all *** niggas rhyme Still nigga like me, boots up to noneSo all y'all *** boys, you will get done, huh?All sucka niggas better take heed Before you get your ass smoked like weedNigga, I don't fake, I squeeze Let me hear you try to take from meNigga, that's gon' be your ass Definitely gon' be your lastDon't *** around, nigga, with my cash Unless your ass on two get blastedRespect the gang, dread the pain Now I'm a brain, to your manPlayin' games with your life Livin' trife, I take them strikesDrop, drop, drop, drop, drop Drop the roll, drop the rollDrop, drop, drop, drop, drop Drop the roll, drop the rollDrop, drop, drop, dropDrop the roll, drop the rollI drop the Prozona, I drop the Prozona Drop the Boz on themDrop the Boz on them, we drop them Boz Sim chemistryI'm in this gang like a legend Y'all niggas peasantsOpen your ass up like presents Put my weight on itWhite suckers sitting wait on it Can't hate on them when Jake on itYou know nobody, my boy shop close Hit some weight유�Try to top those, love to chop hoes Quick to drop hoes, I'm frozen, pop goldBut now to stop those, wanna pose, can't *** with JayI'm the end shade, gotta make big pay, don't stopHave mine off the top, but who that drop nigga sell with pop?Let me pop real *** in your ear Poppin' all *** boys, so stay in the clearPop bitch in the mouth, I'm talkin' too much *** Pop three lil' g's, they don't *** withPop on a nigga when they see you hatin' Pop a gang in his mouth, send them sayin'Pop the question, who next is that? If you don't wanna be you, don't bustWell mine ain't a rap ass nigga, bitch, it's a spit gameIn the big thangs, don't touch the ***, man All bread suckers, soft ass cookiesDon't ever compare me to no rookiesPut me on out, chop clothesTalk all that ***, rap ass nigga