Lyrics: Ameire J. Moore
Music: Ameire J. Moore
[Intro]
(No way, Hozay)
Woah, woah, uh
Yeah, yeah, woah, woah
Let's go, yeah, let's go, let's go
[Chours]
Yeah (Yeah)
These niggas be triflin', they pockets on E
These niggas be pussy, they ain’t ****ing with me
They already know but I'm drivin' a T (I'm drivin' a what?)
Yeah (Huh), they could've been one of yours, but they out of your league
If she **** wit' the opps, she ain’t for the team
Like A Boogie, I’m makin' ‘em bleed, uh
[Verse 1]
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), I'm mighty fatigued
Thirty bullets, yeah, he received (Grrah)
C6, I got the need for speed (Uh-huh, speed, speed)
Let the chopper sing like TLC (Phew)
Just told this hoe she ain't worth 50 cent, bitch, you know I'm a P-I-M-P
[Chours]
Yeah (Phew)
These niggas be triflin', they pockets on E
These niggas be pussy, they ain’t ****ing with me (Uh-huh)
They already know but I'm drivin' a T
Yeah, they coulda been one of yours, but they out of your league
If she **** wit the opps, she ain’t for the team
Like A Boogie, I’m makin' ‘em bleed
Yeah
These niggas be triflin', they pockets on E
These niggas be pussy, they ain’t ****ing with me
They already know but I'm drivin' a T
Yeah, they could've been one of yours, but they out of your league
If she **** wit' the opps, she ain’t for the team
Like A Boogie, I’m makin' ‘em bleed
[Bridge]
I do my money walk, I do not stop
I do my money walk, I do not stop
I do my money walk, I do my money walk
I do my money walk, I do my money walk
I do my money walk, I do not stop (Keep goin')
I do my money walk, I do not stop (Keep goin', lil nigga)
I do my money walk, I do my money walk
I do my money walk, I do my money walk
[Verse 2]
Ice, diamonds, you checking me out
He talkin' all hard, just shut your mouth
Watch what you say, these niggas will rat you out
Thanks for the blessin' of this route
These niggas know what I’m about
I ain't worried, he shoots like he Curry
If we catch a opp, its gon get muddy
It’s D.I.A., yeah, dead in action
Bust down Rollie, avalanche
Old bitch, average
And you know I’m gettin’ doubted, kid
And you know I’m gettin’ doubted, kid
You know I don't give a shit
These niggas be bitches
Street niggas gettin rags to riches
Uh, rags to riches
****in' this bitch, her ass gon' clap
Why these niggas be doubtin' the facts?
.40 got a drum round its gon' blast off
Walk down, no mask off
Like Glizock, I'll pop you like pain killer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know I’m self-made, nigga
[Chours]
Yeah (Yeah)
These niggas be triflin', they pockets on E
These niggas be pussy, they ain’t ****ing with me
They already know but I'm drivin' a T
Yeah, they could've been one of yours, but they out of your league
If she **** wit' the opps, she ain’t for the team
Like A Boogie, I’m makin' ‘em bleed