Lyrics

This that money talk that choppy walk don't ask me shit EST no baby G bitch let me see your wrist You can't relate so boy don't fake ain't never seen a brick And only time you boys came close is when you fixing shit Yeah, before a nigga ever say he clipped a crab we loading and throwing bullets we play like McNabb Fat Boss the man my momma said yeah, yeah, I got it from my dad I'm too smooth with how I move my lips I got the gift of gab This that thirty talk your body drop and he gone need a doc I never needed help or love but what I got it mean a lot I promise imma get that million bag before I see the box Let's spin the block bro got the drop Channel 4 we seen the opps on gang (Bitch I'm shady grab them Ps then I go crazy) (Roll a Wood and smoke eighfy) (Billy Kimber bitch don't play me) (Spun they block they thought we grazed him) (Got up on them Borski faced them) (Niggas switiching shit is crazy) (Tried to rob now he in the pavement) This that money talk that choppy walk don't ask me shit EST no baby G bitch let me see your wrist You can't relate so boy don't fake ain't never seen a brick And only time you boys came close is when you fixing shit Me and Fat Bro on are way top When I leave out the spot keep a knot wit' Glock All my niggas gone grind but we ain't Tony Hawk It's laser light show hell of a beams on they block He gone claim he gangster but we know that he not Just stop Cause we pulling up wit' them chops Tryna rock and roll and knock them out his socks That Box is where yo body finally rot I said try me I'm wit' it the gang will expose ya Sick wit' this shit like a case Ebola Whip wit' the tints we gone on spin on ya bin left of ten spin again just make sure it over Ran it now it's Gucci the loafers Ice round my neck Stay equipped I ain't folding Fuck it up a lil baddie she throating ass steady poking she wet as the ocean I got all these niggas mad cause they know how I'm coming whenever I'm hitting the stu U know I'm the truth my flows is official no whistle that chopper blowing like flute Put his ass on mute I roll wit' sum soldiers shooters who gone always be ready to boot In love wit' the loot So, all my pockets stay full like the Baby Whenever I'm up in the coop, let's get it This that money talk that choppy walk don't ask me shit EST no baby G bitch let me see your wrist You can't relate so boy don't fake ain't never seen a brick And only time you boys came close is when you fixing shit This that money talk that choppy walk don't ask me shit EST no baby G bitch let me see your wrist You can't relate so boy don't fake ain't never seen a brick And only time you boys came close is when you fixing shit
Writer(s): Joshua Brian Young Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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