[Intro]
Uhh
Boss Don shit
Four Horsemen, yeah
Grease
Gain Greene
See imma ride on you niggas
[Chorus]
Nigga freeze put your hands in the sky
If you wondering why
Nigga you fittin' to die (Die)
We get the cash
Put it up in the stash
200 plus on the dash
You see the roof in my eyes
I'm like boo-ooo-ooo-ooo
I need more money like
Boo-ooo-ooo-ooo (Need that money)
I-I need more money like
Boo-ooo-ooo-ooo
I need more money like (Got 'em Grease)
I-I need more money right now
[Verse 1]
Nigga we finna hit the gutter choke
Chains packed, nigga pick your garbage up
I can't understand how people still fuckin' with this nigga, he a bitch
That pussy never did a bid, never hit a crib in his whole life
That nigga steal loot
Wanna double back
Don't touch him
That nigga will shoot (Pop-pop)
While you speaking, he'll murder any bitch
Can't a nigga in no prison tell you I was a snitch (Eh-eh)
I was Rambo
Had a little handle
Ready to go to war if you tried to touch the channel
Randle, Cunningham scramble, scandals
Always out here courtin'
From Harlem to Boston
Money up, pinky ring glossin'
Baby I'm the streets
Fuck is you niggas talkin'? (Fuck is you talkin' bout?)
Got these rappers tryna sabotage the Boss Don image (Guess what?)
This shit is only extravagant
Uhh
Boss Don shit
Four Horsemen, yeah
Grease
Gain Greene
See imma ride on you niggas
[Chorus]
Nigga freeze put your hands in the sky
If you wondering why
Nigga you fittin' to die (Die)
We get the cash
Put it up in the stash
200 plus on the dash
You see the roof in my eyes
I'm like boo-ooo-ooo-ooo
I need more money like
Boo-ooo-ooo-ooo (Need that money)
I-I need more money like
Boo-ooo-ooo-ooo
I need more money like (Got 'em Grease)
I-I need more money right now
[Verse 1]
Nigga we finna hit the gutter choke
Chains packed, nigga pick your garbage up
I can't understand how people still fuckin' with this nigga, he a bitch
That pussy never did a bid, never hit a crib in his whole life
That nigga steal loot
Wanna double back
Don't touch him
That nigga will shoot (Pop-pop)
While you speaking, he'll murder any bitch
Can't a nigga in no prison tell you I was a snitch (Eh-eh)
I was Rambo
Had a little handle
Ready to go to war if you tried to touch the channel
Randle, Cunningham scramble, scandals
Always out here courtin'
From Harlem to Boston
Money up, pinky ring glossin'
Baby I'm the streets
Fuck is you niggas talkin'? (Fuck is you talkin' bout?)
Got these rappers tryna sabotage the Boss Don image (Guess what?)
This shit is only extravagant
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