[Verse 1: NARCO]
Wit my youngins on a money hunt
We gon get this money
Fuck a chit chat, don't hit me wit a text back
Bitch you a crash dummy
I ain't wit the lovey dovey, I ain't got no feelins
Ion need no mistress, bitch I'm gettin to the money
You already know the dealy
Bitch I roll wit the glizzy
You already know the dealy
No lil baby no you can't seduce me, I'm a hard rock
I don't crack too easy, all these drugs got me dizzy
Dirty Fanta got me dreamy
All my youngins in the field like we the militia army
Why yo boyfriend talkin like he got real hittas, he ain't got nobody
This YP the gang bitch, you gon hear of us
[Verse 2: $lade]
You know what it do, we be runnin up them checks
Narco sittin in the booth, we be runnin up them tracks
Nigga speakin on the gang, then you know he gettin wrecked
HP in the cut and he holdin the tech
I be pullin up faded cause I smoked on a sack
Best dro in my blunt and I strictly speak facts
I been on my shit, I ain’t had to come back
Niggas talkin till we blow up and we start countin racks
I been bout my business
Chasin the bag, I be chasin them riches
Fuck all that love shit, I’ll count me some digits
Can’t cuff these hoes
But I’ll fuck on these bitches
And send em home limpin
I been bout my business
Chasin the bag, I be chasin them riches
Fuck all that love shit, I’ll count me some digits
Can’t cuff these hoes
But I’ll fuck on these bitches
And send em home limpin
Wit my youngins on a money hunt
We gon get this money
Fuck a chit chat, don't hit me wit a text back
Bitch you a crash dummy
I ain't wit the lovey dovey, I ain't got no feelins
Ion need no mistress, bitch I'm gettin to the money
You already know the dealy
Bitch I roll wit the glizzy
You already know the dealy
No lil baby no you can't seduce me, I'm a hard rock
I don't crack too easy, all these drugs got me dizzy
Dirty Fanta got me dreamy
All my youngins in the field like we the militia army
Why yo boyfriend talkin like he got real hittas, he ain't got nobody
This YP the gang bitch, you gon hear of us
[Verse 2: $lade]
You know what it do, we be runnin up them checks
Narco sittin in the booth, we be runnin up them tracks
Nigga speakin on the gang, then you know he gettin wrecked
HP in the cut and he holdin the tech
I be pullin up faded cause I smoked on a sack
Best dro in my blunt and I strictly speak facts
I been on my shit, I ain’t had to come back
Niggas talkin till we blow up and we start countin racks
I been bout my business
Chasin the bag, I be chasin them riches
Fuck all that love shit, I’ll count me some digits
Can’t cuff these hoes
But I’ll fuck on these bitches
And send em home limpin
I been bout my business
Chasin the bag, I be chasin them riches
Fuck all that love shit, I’ll count me some digits
Can’t cuff these hoes
But I’ll fuck on these bitches
And send em home limpin
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