Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Yaya Berete
Songwriter
Lyrics
Yeah
Money make friends but I got friends
Shots at your face like I'm aiming for lens
Big gun and my clip got ten
Clip got ten, I said my clip got ten, yeah
Top Shotta, I'm the leader of the gang
If she play games, I'mma leave her again
Send shots at your dreads
My enemies don't want to see me again, yeah
White ting in the telly, selling coochie coochie
Rich nigga always pay for pussy
Me no? die for pussy
Ah ah I know niggas die for pussy
Long clip if I shoot I'm runnin' up
Till it bridge cock, better run my money now
I'm packaging drugs in and out
Money make your friends in and out
Big gun cause I can't die, won't die
If you ever see me in a Hyundai, one died
Big fish in the water
Sneaky baby, anaconda
Party animal, gyal sweet like jolly rancher
I kill you for a dividends
For every hoe, I'm a minute man
Shots, shots, shots, shots, shots
This is how it sounds when we gun you down yeah
Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh
This is how it sounds when police take you down yeah
I'm in love with my nina, my nina, eh my nina
Get close, I bet the party done
Ten shots could get somebody gone
Money make friends but I got friends
Shots at your face like I'm aiming for lens
Big gun and my clip got ten
Clip got ten, I said my clip got ten, yeah
Top Shotta, I'm the leader of the gang
If she play games, I'mma leave her again
Send shots at your dreads
My enemies don't want to see me again, yeah
White ting in the telly, selling coochie coochie
Rich nigga always pay for pussy
Me no? die for pussy
Ah ah I know niggas die for pussy
Long clip if I shoot I'm runnin' up
Till it bridge cock, better run my money now
I'm packaging drugs in and out
Money make your friends in and out
Writer(s): Yaya Berete
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