Yeah
This N****s wants no problem
Cus when I roll up with my jiggas
They be pocket watching
Like I didn't really see them Yeah!
Do you know I can see yah
These pagans ain't on it
Instead focus on your life
And stop watching
Talking about a next man
Hey, stop acting
Like a waste man, Oh No
These Niggas are Kevin Hart funny
Round here we tryna
Make this Arab money
Is it cus we popping
& getting all the honeys?
Is that why you want
To kill yourself! Eh yah
I'm plotting I'm plotting
I'm sowing my seed and I'm buzzing
So stop it, allow it
Don't wanna see my jiggas bussing
No No No, they didn't
Wanna help us with no promo
Now they wanna know
Us cus we getting doh Oh Oh
But little do they know O O
Only fam, can't come through
And chill with man
Real Niggas with me
& they will bang ang ang
You better mind yourself!
First, comes the money
The problem I got the power
Plotting and shotting
I got it up in my trousers
They don't want no problem
I turn up within the hour
Covering my head
Like I just came out the shower
Done years that I can't get back
Learn to value what you got including
Your head back, you get that
All my N****s letting
The skengs bang in jet black
Got real hammers like West Ham
They end man (Pow)
Pick & choose
I'll rather flip food
But if you got a problem
Home visit, I can visit you
I supply machines
For my little youths
They running through a brick
Or two Serving on the corner
Looking like a p********e
When you locked up, remember
Who forgot you
And when they try holla back
Straight **** you
Pocket watching Niggas
Stick up in your lane
You ain did the shit I did
Me & you are not the sam
No No No
They didn't wanna
Help us with no promo
Now they wanna know
Us cus we getting doh Oh Oh
But little do they know O O
Only fam, can't come
Through and chill with man
Real Niggas with me
& they will bang ang ang
You better mind yourself!
[Verse 3: D Blanco]
Money money paper
Boom bye to a hater (Boom Bye)
Bring it out like Luckey
With his lightsaber
Gunning like a skater now
They want to show love
But, this love can't get any faker
They baffed cus I make bread
& I still risk it all
Just the other day
Heard man crying on the call
Been making bread
& I didn't finish school
Investments overseas
You man are still
Thinking this is small
You don't wanna know me
Then keep it that way
Feds asks me names
I ain't got the answers like Sway
Ask me why I'm blessed?
Because I pray
Nothing came new
Been jumping out broad day
They got majority
Of my dargs' in the can
But money affi make
Cus getting rich is the plan
You man are selling dreams
Only rich on the gram
Flew out for a week
Had to work for my tan, P***y
No No No
They didn't wanna
Help us with no promo
Now they wanna know us
Cus we getting doh Oh Oh
But little do they know O O
Only fam, can't come
Through and chill with man
Real Niggas with me
& they will bang ang ang
You better mind yourself!