DJ Swift on the track
Mook on the Beats
If you ain't got no money, be quiet
Drum Dummie made the beat, nigga
I'll smoke anybody, nigga, I just don't give a fuck
If you ain't got no money, be quiet
They gon' make me hop out with that Glock, thirty shots, get to show 'em somethin'
Damn, I hate them niggas like to talk, ain't never doin' nothin'
Tryna mind my business, they act like they gotta prove somethin'
All that talkin' don't meah nothin', when you see me, better move on it
If you ain't got no money, be quiet
Your bitch told me she a fan and wanna fuck so keep a chain on her
How you mad I came from nothin'? All this money, I ain't gon' change on 'em
Don't disrespect the game and 'bout my name, believe that I'm gon' bang on 'em
Ayy, shootouts broad day, bring it where your mama stay
From your lil' sister to your friend daddy, bitch, ain't nobody safe
'Bout that drama, on my mama, gotta show 'em I don't play
Don't tolerate no disrespect, we up them dicks up in your face
However you with it, we with it, you pussy, look in your eyes
We'll draw down and walk down, still pull drive-bys
I'm buckin' jacks, you gotta kill me, you ain't just takin' nothin'
Niggas caught me slippin' one time without that iron but they wasn't shakin' nothin'
Never again, 'cause I can't let a pussy nigga take me
I keep that nine, it ain't no safety
Came up from nothin', ain't no way that you gon' break me
Tell that pussy bitch he lyin' if any nigga say they made me
They gon' make me hop out with that Glock, thirty shots, get to show 'em somethin'
Damn, I hate them niggas like to talk, ain't never doin' nothin'
Tryna mind my business, they act like they gotta prove somethin'
All that talkin' don't meah nothin', when you see me, better move on it
If you ain't got no money, be quiet
Your bitch told me she a fan and wanna fuck so keep a chain on her
How you mad I came from nothin'? All this money, I ain't gon' change on 'em
Don't disrespect the game and 'bout my name, believe that I'm gon' bang on 'em
I got them racks in my denim, I'm sending shots at your temple
If he sweet, I send my niggas and I bet they go get him
We got them choppers and them AK's, shoot 'em up
Niggas say they want to go to war, ain't got enough
Or just take money, you clowns, we got a whole hundred round
And I get real disrespect, your bitch, I be dickin' down
That's why you mad, huh? Shit, go get a bag, huh
Now I'm the man, I got them bands, I remember they used to laugh, huh
If you ain't got no money, be quiet
Pay attention, loudest niggas in the room be the brokest
If you ain't got no money, be quiet
I been on my grind, if you think 'bout takin' mine, bitch, it's over
They gon' make me hop out with that Glock, thirty shots, get to show 'em somethin'
Damn, I hate them niggas like to talk, ain't never doin' nothin'
Tryna mind my business, they act like they gotta prove somethin'
All that talkin' don't meah nothin', when you see me, better move on it
If you ain't got no money, be quiet
Your bitch told me she a fan and wanna fuck so keep a chain on her
How you mad I came from nothin'? All this money, I ain't gon' change on 'em
Don't disrespect the game and 'bout my name, believe that I'm gon' bang on 'em
Yeah, BBG shit, nigga
RIP Boola, RIP Bighead, nigga
Don't you forget it, nigga
And it's still free Chauncey, nigga
Lil' Project Youngin, man
Can't tell me nothin', man
It's the Youngin, ho
All that shit you niggas talkin', better stand on it, man
Huh? Whatever you with, we with it, nigga
I just stay in my own lane, nigga, I ain't lookin' for no problems
But best believe, they come to me, nigga
Gon' solve 'em, lil' bitch
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