you got a big bank holla I got money Nan nana nana nan I got money I ride big rims holla cause I got money Nan nana nana nan nigga I got money I fuck
I know we just came from fishin But I'm on a mission, you see, there's money that I'm missin I got 'em posted, so the move and I'm gonna murder y'all
f**ked the rest Cuz I'm a A B C D E F G [Verse 2: Young Dro] Aiyyo, pull up on the scene Bitch I'm cleaner than chlorine Blockstar comin' I'm proud of
can tell me Niggas calling me to feature, man fuck your money I ain't hurtin, I'm aight, nigga I'm doin good I ain't got to write rhymes, I got bricks
toke? YES! The newest zone I'm in I'm like Smithsonian nigga, fuck it call me Napoleon Wave the torch, cut the head off the Leviathan The terminology I
love with me But obviously, your just a groupie (Groupie Love) [Verse 1] See, I got a clue when Young Dro said his girlfriend got a girlfriend That
I'mma throw the first blow Leave a nigga shirt soaked playin get cha merked ho Chop it yeah I hope folk money what I work fo Paul & Juicy sent me gotta
(2x)] [Pimp C] Smoking on the dro Young R-uin pimpin for my paper and I'm looking for the chewin' bitch I got to do what the fuck I got to do sippin
toke? Yes, the newest zone I'm in I'm like Smithsonian nigga, fuck it call me Napoleon Wave the torch, cut the head off the Leviathan The terminology I
fact Some say I'm they favorite but I ain't hearin' none of that I'm about my team, ho, Young Money runnin' back Cash Money superstar, where the fuck
Some say that I'm they favorite But I ain't hearing none of that I'm about my team hoe, Young Money running back Cash Money superstar, where the fuck'
I, ain't I, ain't I, ain't I got it going on? Young Dro Ain't I, ain't I, ain't I, ain't I, ain't I, ain't I, ain't I? Ain't I smoking strong? Ain't
the Benjamin's baby) I'm flying off Lennox, in the Bentley all crazy(CHECK!!) The roof top as I am showin my ass, I brought New York back ya niggas ain't got
real, got the trap locked down They front street rappin? it 245's on that new Rov, oh Sucker you will die when that front street, woah I pop, I roll,
means it's money, ha ha [Chorus: 50 Cent] Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I
it's money (ha-ha) [chorus - 50 Cent] Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don
