[Intro]
Nobody 'gon help nobody out here
[Hook]
Doing with the dope money
I refuse to have no money
In the trap but this ain't no place for me
Everything 'bout money, nothing free
If I didn't have to...
I gotta deal with dope money
I refuse to have no money
In the trap but this ain't no place for me
Everything 'bout money, nothing free
If I didn't have to...
This ain't no place for me
[Verse 1]
Locked down, bitch I'm stuck in the city
They running 'round town, hollering "Buck in the city"
Yes, bricks in the hood but ain't enough in the city
Me and my niggas eating good 'till the government get me
100 pounds in the rental, 1000 pills in my pocket
And yea since I got it put my young hoes through college
It took the long time so I'm thinking long term
Dip the swisher in the lean and let it slow burn
Been balling, now I tell my niggas "Man it's your turn"
To serve these fiends 'till they nose burn
These niggas scared to look but their hoes turn
So they sending their bitches to buy theirs o's for 'em
Still strapped in this bitch on probation and all
My daughter wants them Jordans so I'm braking the law
I've got birds, ounces, quarters, and even bundles of raw
I'm out here hustling like I've got nothing at all
Nobody 'gon help nobody out here
[Hook]
Doing with the dope money
I refuse to have no money
In the trap but this ain't no place for me
Everything 'bout money, nothing free
If I didn't have to...
I gotta deal with dope money
I refuse to have no money
In the trap but this ain't no place for me
Everything 'bout money, nothing free
If I didn't have to...
This ain't no place for me
[Verse 1]
Locked down, bitch I'm stuck in the city
They running 'round town, hollering "Buck in the city"
Yes, bricks in the hood but ain't enough in the city
Me and my niggas eating good 'till the government get me
100 pounds in the rental, 1000 pills in my pocket
And yea since I got it put my young hoes through college
It took the long time so I'm thinking long term
Dip the swisher in the lean and let it slow burn
Been balling, now I tell my niggas "Man it's your turn"
To serve these fiends 'till they nose burn
These niggas scared to look but their hoes turn
So they sending their bitches to buy theirs o's for 'em
Still strapped in this bitch on probation and all
My daughter wants them Jordans so I'm braking the law
I've got birds, ounces, quarters, and even bundles of raw
I'm out here hustling like I've got nothing at all
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