Lyrics: Larry Eugene Hendricks III/Bronson Iseri
Music: Larry Eugene Hendricks III/Bronson Iseri
See how we ****in' wit' it?
Don't hit me on no mother****in' mainey shit, all that weak ass chimmy shit
Nigga, let's get some mother****in' money, nigga (Idea comin' for the 808)
Yeah, yeah
The machinist, nigga
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Green Pontiac, hit the corner, I was mobbin'
Whole lotta' dank, nigga, whole lotta' choppas
Bitch on my line, lil' snow, I might knock her
Certified P, I just glide when I'm walkin' (Ayy ayy ayy, ayy ayy ayy)
Mack when I'm talkin', strapped and I'm ballin'
Bitch, why you talkin'?
Bitch, I'm the sharpest
Step on the scene, nigga, clean as I can be
I tell a young nigga, "Be all that you can be"
I came from the block, to real estatΠ΅ and yachts
Chillin' but I'm hot, switchy on the rock
Digi' weight and rocks, [?]
[?], FN stockin'
I'm dippin' up the hill, whitΠ΅ Ghost posted
See my cuts filled, might gotta' tuck .40
I'm on it, everything I do be the coldest
Every whip I push be the coldest, nigga
I'm a mother****in' G, I get money in my sleep
Give a **** what niggas talkin', nigga, I need everything
Dope dealin', hoes workin', nigga, that's just what we seen
Hell yeah, I'm gon' stunt, and I'm ridin' stupid clean
Big D's in the chain, I'm a product of the game
I ain't gotta' say it twice, she gon' do what I say
Tryna make it to the top, tryna make it out the game
I need money, whips, bitch, everything
Bitch, please
Don't hit my phone with the mainey, I squeeze
If a nigga reach for this chain, I'm just coolin'
Street nigga, I don't want fame, I be bikin'
But even then, I still got flame
On my way, heard a nigga need 'bout ten
San Leandro, nigga, we can meet around ten
I'm just parked, tan Tahoe with the bag, movin' smart
Different location with the mack, with a bitch
Sucka ass nigga tried to get me, tweakin'
Bout' to bend the corner, drop fifty
But **** it, I'm way too rich to trip
And way too legit to quit, hol' on
Yokin', grippin' on her neck while I'm strokin'
Tuck the hundred thousand, I ain't blow it
Every time I clap, use Trojans
I don't just rap, street poet
Everybody know it, nigga
I'm a mother****in' G, I get money in my sleep
Give a **** what niggas talkin', nigga, I need everything
Dope dealin', hoes workin', nigga, that's just what we seen
Hell yeah, I'm gon' stunt, and I'm ridin' stupid clean
Big D's in the chain, I'm a product of the game
I ain't gotta' say it twice, she gon' do what I say
Tryna make it to the top, tryna make it out the game
I need money, whips, bitch, everything
I need all that shit, nigga
Every mother****in' dime of that shit
Yeah, TFM, numbers, good job
DJ Idea, what's happenin'?
Uh, damn
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