Word On The Street Kourtney Money (Ft. BMG Dee, VL Deck & Young Scooter)

[Verse 1: Kourtney Money]
Ever since a jit, I had my own style
Did my own thang, sold my own caine
What the fuck these niggas think, Money not [?]
East Atlanta shawty, boy, I'm too real
B.M.G. the shit, we taking over thangs
And I don't wanna hear these niggas mention Money name
You got a problem with me, nigga, come and check me then
I'ma be right on this flat, I was born to win
I send your ass a dummy in a heartbeat
So geeked up on this molly, I don't even go to sleep
I'm [?] niggas 'bout this fucking paper
Kourtney Money been a real money maker
Don't hear shit that you saying, 'cause you's a fucking faker
You was raised around them hatеrs, you don't got no paper
Nigga, that's why you mad, nigga, that's why you mad
'Cause [?] fucking with me, and wе getting this cash

[Chorus: Kourtney Money]
Word on the street, B.M.G. the shit
And y'all niggas playing, but we running shit
And we taking orders, nigga, what you need?
Black Migo Gang, yeah, we run the streets
Word on the street, B.M.G. the shit
And y'all niggas playing, but we running shit
And we taking orders, nigga, what you need?
Black Migo Gang, yeah, we run the streets