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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Nudy
Young Nudy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quantavious T. Thomas
Quantavious T. Thomas
Songwriter
Delvin Northcut
Delvin Northcut
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alverne "Verne" Emmanuel
Alverne "Verne" Emmanuel
Mixing Engineer
20 Rocket
Producer

Lyrics

I get it (Yeah) I get it (I get it), yeah I get it (I get it), yeah I get it (I get it), yeah, mm I get it (I get it), yeah, uh I get it (I get it), uh I get it (I get it), uh I get it (I get it), uh (20Rocket on this bitch so it gon' knock) I get it (Leggo), uh Yeah, I understand (Uh) You get no money, don't have no bands (Uh-uh, yeah) Yeah, I don't understand (Damn) How she gon' fuck and don't get no cash (What the fuck?) Yeah, I don't understand (Damn) How the fuck you bossy, you ain't the man (What the fuck?) Damn, where your [?] No weed on your block, who is this man? (Buddy) But that's none of my business (Nah) We get money, no discussion (Yeah) And that is the truth (Truth) I don't know about them dudes (Nah, nah, nuh-uh) We get money, nigga, what about you? (What about you?) Every time I ride with a gun, nigga, already know I ride with two (Yeah, ride with two on) Keep a few, shooters, got a few (Got a few) Yeah, gettin' money, all of my life, that shit not new (Not new) Choppin' the brick in the kitchen, karate kick, chop shit, kung fu Kick a nigga head, no Jiu-Jitsu When it come to the money, that's what I'm gon' do (Slime) And how could I front you? You out here trappin' with no gun (No gun) How do I know you? (Know you) You ain't been in these streets for none (For none) Been in the field bustin' guns Double fistin', runnin' from 12 for none Duckin', dodgin' bullets, nigga was fine Shit was better when a nigga got a gun Know that I'm packin' (Packin') New kid gun on a nigga, no lackin' (No lackin') This what's brackin' (What's brackin') Big B's over here, nigga, know what happen Throw up them B's and nigga stack it up I am a Blood and I don't give a fuck [?] you Daffy Duck nigga Not fuckin' with a play, now we shootin' it up Yeah, I understand (Uh, ooh) You get no money, don't have no bands (Uh-uh, yeah) Yeah, I don't understand (Damn) How she gon' fuck and don't get no cash (What the fuck?) Yeah, I don't understand (What) How the fuck you bossy, you ain't the man (What the fuck?) Damn, where your [?] No weed on your block, who is this man? (Buddy) But that's none of my business (Nah) We get money, no discussion (Yeah) And that is the truth (Truth) I don't know about them dudes (Nah, nah, nuh-uh) We get money, nigga, what about you? (What about you?) Every time I ride with a gun, nigga, already know I ride with two Over here, nigga throwin' two guns up Free KG, man I do it for big bruh Can't forget about back in the day We was makin' some, hood hoes didn't hit us up I remember everybody wanna be a Blood Man, all this niggas wanna be fake 'cuz Everybody wanna be mob (Pssht, pssht) Fake ass niggas gettin' robbed Gotta keep it real, nigga, shit don't stop I seen a lotta niggas switch on the block I seen a lotta niggas bitch up When they got in that room, got that fifth from the cops They in my business, snitchin' niggas get popped I can smell it from a mile away, you work with them cops (Yeah) Strictly pussy, nigga, get out my block You leave my hood, no shootin', no socks We gangsta nigga, niggas know how we rock You say the wrong shit, then your ass gettin' popped Pull up on my block, you could buy you a rock Young nigga workin', he got dope in his sock It just came out the pot, boy, with glass We don't fuck with you, then we taxin' your ass 2300 for the bag Tried a nigga 3500 'cause this shit ain't swag I got designer, nigga, what you sayin'? I moved to LA, turned myself to the man I'm plugged in, say this shit and it land Haha, y'all don't understand Gotta get some money, I'ma get money, that's all they understand Yeah, I understand (Uh) You get no money, don't have no bands (Uh-uh, yeah) Yeah, I don't understand (Damn) How she gon' fuck and don't get no cash (What the fuck?) Yeah, I don't understand (Damn) How the fuck you bossy, you ain't the man (What the fuck?) Damn, where your [?] No weed on your block, who is this man? (Buddy) But that's none of my business (Nah) We get money, no discussion (Yeah) And that is the truth (Truth) I don't know about them dudes (Nah, nah, nuh-uh) We get money, nigga, what about you? (What about you?) Every time I ride with a gun, nigga, already know I ride with two (Yeah, ride with two on) Go get it, go get it, go get it, go get it Go get it, go get it, go get it, go get it Go get it, go get it, go get it, go get it Go get it, go get it, go get it, go get it Go get it, go get it, go get it, go get it Go get it, go get it, go get it, go get it Go get it, go get it, go get it, go get it Go get it, go get it, go get it, go get it Go get it
Writer(s): Quantavious Tavario Thomas, Delvin Northcut Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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