Vietnam Don Yhung T.O. & Money Montage

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Uh, heard these niggas talkin' ’bout I fell off
I just checked the safe, and I'm still well off
Watch who you slidin' with ’cause he'll write a tell off
It hurt talkin' to my nigga through a jail call
I ain't never feared no nigga I was up against
When I ran into your bitch, she gave me compliments
I trust my brother with that stick 'cause he be droppin' shit
Don't think you safe 'cause you cliqued up with the opposite
Every nigga with me down to shoot some’
Throw that ass back, baby, move some’
Still ain't got no get back, nigga, do some’
Hmph, nigga, prove some'
Ain't postin' shit on Insta’, busy paper chasin'
Need congratulations how we made his brother famous
I need way less conversation and more extra payments
She say, "Why you got two Glocks?" 'Cause I stay extra dangerous
Need the old streets back, fuck this new shit
Now everybody rap, I laid the blueprint
You ain't never made no dollars, keep your two cents
She know I'm a thug, I took a few trips
She know I be everywhere the cash at
Told her I need cash, but please don't Cash App
Them niggas you look up to who we laugh at
At first, I felt betrayed, now I'm past that
Pro with that semi, I do extra with it
You ain't gotta ask who did it 'cause they know we winnin'
Shed a tear for my niggas, I hate reminiscin'
Told her, "I'm a street prophet," so she know I'm gifted
She fell in love with a real thug
If he won't bust for you, that ain't real love
Pray to God he introduce me to a real plug
Make sure you get up close, so he won't heal up