[Intro: Birdman]
Know I might say YMCMB a lot
It's cause I love my squad
Shoutout to that we the best music
Play that new Ace Hood!
Guess what? YMCMB!
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
OK, now God that's above, the only man who can judge
Flip a brick to a Benz, never reveal who the plug
Over money, I know some young'ins who turned on their blood
If niggas' bitches, just dig em ditches, that's rule number one
Ain't never gonna turn on my niggas, I put that shit on my sister
Keep that ho when I ride, and I'm talking about my lil pistol
That's cause the streets hella cold, most of my friends turn to foes
Some of these niggas are bitches, most of these women be hoes
But I just stay on my grizzle, fuck we get money, niggas
Most these pussies just talk it, I really know me some killers
Don't even go there, don't even go there!
Most of my niggas labeled felons boy don't make em go there
I holler, fuck a man, that pussy shit you stand for
These people hate that I done made it, what you mad for?
I'm doing me, my truey jeans , is full of cash flow
And that real nigga shit the only thing I stand on
I'm out of my mind, I'm going 200 on the dash board
My whips so foreign, it's a must I keep my passport
My chopper gold, I mean that Trinidad James ho
In twenty jesus pieces, bury me with chains on, pussy!
Know I might say YMCMB a lot
It's cause I love my squad
Shoutout to that we the best music
Play that new Ace Hood!
Guess what? YMCMB!
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
OK, now God that's above, the only man who can judge
Flip a brick to a Benz, never reveal who the plug
Over money, I know some young'ins who turned on their blood
If niggas' bitches, just dig em ditches, that's rule number one
Ain't never gonna turn on my niggas, I put that shit on my sister
Keep that ho when I ride, and I'm talking about my lil pistol
That's cause the streets hella cold, most of my friends turn to foes
Some of these niggas are bitches, most of these women be hoes
But I just stay on my grizzle, fuck we get money, niggas
Most these pussies just talk it, I really know me some killers
Don't even go there, don't even go there!
Most of my niggas labeled felons boy don't make em go there
I holler, fuck a man, that pussy shit you stand for
These people hate that I done made it, what you mad for?
I'm doing me, my truey jeans , is full of cash flow
And that real nigga shit the only thing I stand on
I'm out of my mind, I'm going 200 on the dash board
My whips so foreign, it's a must I keep my passport
My chopper gold, I mean that Trinidad James ho
In twenty jesus pieces, bury me with chains on, pussy!
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