#ProtectJeh
This here for the money homeboy
Money money money train nikka
It’s like we ball till we fall, and we done fall till we ball
And then we back and bounce back bytch
YEA
It’s real simple nikka
It’s just in you to be whats in you nikka
If you a hustla, you gonna get dough
And that’s how it goes
Them nikkas talking bout it but they know we gangstas
Tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya
Pull up at the club brand new fresh painted
Them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous
I gotta get this money, I gotta I just gotta
Not a little a lotta from rap, a rough rida
(Harlem)
I’m prolly out in the east getting it in on the low since I met
@DadeCountyClassic I get em from ten
(yeaaa)
I just bought some new guns and got rid of some friends (fukk em)
I’m about my business I git it from @pum pum
I grind hard (grind haaard) ya cashville I’m gon swagga
Depending on the call Im gon mask up or bag up
Hustla, gangsta, old school Chevrolet
Custom painted (skerr) they love me in the hood
So I’m like fukk bein famous
You don’t wana live my life
Trust me I’m dangerous, I must keep a banga
(Yeeaaa)What can I say but when its on, its on
If we don’ call it off until everybody’s gone
Allstar homey, keep a hell of a price
Cash money still a army and I earn my stripes
I’m a gangsta in every sense
You could put me on the scale and weigh everythin
I’m 36 old fishscale still stamp
That ether nikka
And Im gonna ride fo my people nikka
@Prynce
I’m in the hood where the goons be
Whoever assumed that me a b runnin around with c and b
I gotta a army and I’m the general nikka @two tone
Money plentiful nikka, that why your old lady into the nikka
I was breaking down bricks and voices off in my head
Like murder bout the spirits and watchin out fo the feds
Fo real I got Mexican friends, I ain’t gon’ lie about it
And I took a few losses I ain't gon’ cry about it
But I’ll front you a brick if you down and die bout it
A nikka shot your homie in the head, you just getting high about it
Yo gotti @ straight up I'mm a snitch killa
Don’t even speak to me dawg, you ain’t a real nikka
Now I’m riding through my town got the key to my city
Ordered ten mo things brand new and im in it
Every nikka in this mothafukka no me dog
Livin legend, ridin fly, nikka ball till you fall
Hollywood court project where I started the struggle
January brought me around Danger in the circle we hustle
Rip Lonnie, gave me the game, I took it n tuck it
nikka brought it to another level cookin n cutting
From the half 17’s, nikka 50 n hundreds
I done did the lamborghinis, rolls royces on buttons
And I done did my time, I wouldn’t git it, wouldn’t git it
And got it on my mind cuz it’s money over bytches
All the time I’m bout mine, nikka workin from digits
Green bags full of cash nikka how we feel it
Stunna island poppin bottles nikka fukkin them bytches
Got the money and the fame and them clowns wasn't wit it, one hundred