Lyrics: OG BOBBY
Music: OG BOBBY
On this table got more money bitch
All my homies got more money bitch
Yeah my label got more money bitch
You a pussy got no money bitch
On this table got more money bitch
All my homies got more money bitch
Yeah my label got more money bitch
You a pussy got no money bitch
I be that youngin with dreams about money
24 out in my cave
Part of my section don’t need all you fakes
Feelin’ like nicki the bass
Money can't all the power and talent
keep this shit locked in the safe
****in with me lemme catch u a body
Rush hour Carter n Lee
The things i do for bro, are vicinity for my bro
My hot shit got that cold
My hot shit got that smoke
You look like my enemy, the one that turned out broke
Leave no sympathy for all you ****ers thats a joke
Yea this shit is me, speak bout money bout no hoe
Turn no blinkers everytime i switch my lane
I make chilling music sound like guns n lead
While u make shitty music bout no hoes n bout no paper
For real for real
Love when i'm counting my bills
For real for real
Poppin’ this bitch like a pill
For real for real
Pussy lil boy better chill
Sit yo ass down lil bitch
Pipe yo ass down lil bitch
Bitch u a clown lil bitch
**** out my town lil bitch
**** off my pound lil bitch
This my sound hoe
Ik my shit is style hoe
All of yo bitch is mine hoe
I ain’t gon waste time
That right, das wild
On this table got more money bitch
All my homies got more money bitch
Yeah my label got more money bitch
You a pussy got no money bitch
On this table got more money bitch
All my homies got more money bitch
Yeah my label got more money bitch
You a pussy got no money bitch