Hahaha
Come on
Baby
I ain't into
Like... (Mwah)
(Emmy Moonlight)
It is what it is (Readymade)
It is what it is
I might just
Spin on a broke bitch in a Brickyard rental
Tapped into the 'Gram
Baby
What'chu gettin' into? Ooh
I'm rollin' 'round the city with a body like a center
You wanna roll with me?
You ain't God
But I fear ya
In the dirt all day
The squabble so favorable
With the Glock ironing
You wonder if I'm capable
And she can spot the pen on me
She know just how I made it through
I'm lighting on my own
And bitch
I ain't got no cable view
You can have it all
Gang
You can have it raw
Gang
She know we got chicken in the mothafuckin' call name
Put Molly Lil in the mothafuckin' hall frame
He brought the system down for us
Just so we can fall vain
This a war of all change
Ain't worryin' 'bout who takin' it
I won't hit your line
Baby
Just don't call
Sang - (Oh-oh)
The Glock on-call
Gang
They know who gon' pull that plug
And call them shots for gang-gang
The money green
The money always been supreme
The money get me amped up
And the money get me geeked (Ooh)
The money make her thirst and open up her front teeth (Ha-ha)
The money make them niggas act funny and buck the clique
The paper tell me otherwise
It tell me how to up the fee
The model sick as hell and now she want suck on me (What the fuck?)
But anyway
Ha-ha-ha
She's sleepin' in my sheets
Get that paper up
Gang
Fore I open my own shop
Baby
I got a body
And you got a body
So I think we shouldn't bother nobody when we got somethin' started
Body hit like a loaded rocket
It is what it is
And it's gonna be how it seems
I ain't worried 'bout no broke bitch
It's what I judge from the scenes
I might
Baby
I got a body
And you got a body
So I think we shouldn't bother nobody when we got somethin' started
Body hit like a loaded rocket
It is what it is
And it's gonna be how it seems
I ain't worried 'bout no broke bitch
It's what I judge from the scenes
I might
