Real nigga radio
You see, a lot of people, they say they don't understand these young niggas
But you gotta understand that life is a road with a lot of signs
And if you don't pay attention, sometimes you get lost forever
So I'm shoutin' out to all my old heads, man
All my niggas in the industry, when these young niggas step to you, my nigga
Give them the right answer, my nigga, the right direction
So they can furth they career, and all you DJs play these young niggas shit
If the shit good, give them a chance, nigga
This is the fuckin' future, man
Woo-woo (Baby Money)
Woo-woo (Yeah)
Woo-woo (Baby Money, know what I'm sayin'? On that bullshit)
Woo-woo
My bitch rockin' a black bandana
I'm jumpin' out, East Atlanta
Pop my shit, don't need no cameras
Got money, I look like a scammer
My wrist havin' a goddamn seizure
Everybody must think I'm a tweaker
My weed blowin' strong like a speaker
I'm rich, I leave her, it's cheaper to keep her
Money
Bitch wanna try a G6
All of my hoes top ten
Slam dunk your bitch, no assist
Check my drip
I need a janitor, I just spilled
I do syrup sippin', I'm sick
I need help, I can't even feel shit
She like to geek like a nerd
She want cocaine, think she Scarface
I been gettin' way too high
Got ash on my mink Cartier
Hop in a SRT, go skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, and now she car sick
Baby Money, money lead a rockstar life, I like to partake
I got blood on my Timbs
I just brought your whole damn ATM
I just made a hurricane in here
I shoulda caught this on film
She wanna just fuck on me, she wanna go fuck on him
I been livin' in luxury, got VVS's on all my limbs
My bitch rockin' a black bandana
I'm jumpin' out, East Atlanta
Pop my shit, don't need no cameras
Got money, I look like a scammer
My wrist havin' a goddamn seizure
Everybody must think I'm a tweaker
My weed blowin' strong like a speaker
I'm rich, I leave her, it's cheaper to keep her
Money
Bitch wanna try a G6
All of my hoes top ten
Slam dunk your bitch, no assist
Check my drip
I need a janitor, I just spilled
I do syrup sippin', I'm sick
I need help, I can't even feel shit
Baby Money (Woo-woo, woo-woo)
Real nigga radio
Woo-woo (Woo-woo, blatt)
Blatt
Or run out the way, where is the G6 at?
Forty-seven minutes for the shrooms?
-Time is the G6? What time is the G6?
The chocolate bar shrooms though, 'cause that's what he was talkin' 'bout
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