[Chorus: Redd Coldhearted]
I'm riding round with your nigga
Moving them bricks up
Got your nigga selling packs, and I got a Benz truck
50 racks on us
[?] so you know I'm in the Bentley truck
Flex up, poured up
Don't care about your ho, she ain't making no noise
She [?]
Mad cause you see me with the nigga [?]
That nigga that you [?] trust
Layed up with me, so you know he ain't picking up
You ain't tryna get fucked
You a joke bitch, you need to give it up
He ain't nothing but a quick fuck
Worry about a nigga, bitch you better get your bands up
You better get your bands up
[Verse 1: Redd Coldhearted]
Why these bitches wanna play?
Pull up to the spot, and put a chopper in your face
Worry bout a nigga [?]
Money make him crazy, ain't got no time to play
Peewee Longway run in the A
[?] to the bands, when it's right in the safe
Send the bricks to the bando, I rap them up
I keep it tucked in case a nigga tryna fuck
What the fuck going on?
Your bitch keep calling, why she blowing up your phone?
She ain't got the picture of who you taking home
I know she [?] go home
Stop looking dumb for a nigga that don't want ya
Tryna get a grand for my nigga [?]
Your nigga wanna [?]
[?] and I'm all about the dollars
Talking about your nigga, bitch he tryna hollar
Talking about cash, hell yeah I got a lotta dollars
A nigga need me [?]
I ain't conseeded bitch, this is how I was brought up
[?]
If you don't want a problem, then bitch you better back up
I be on that fuck shit, all I do is pull up
Foreign whip driving, so you know it when you see us
I'm riding round with your nigga
Moving them bricks up
Got your nigga selling packs, and I got a Benz truck
50 racks on us
[?] so you know I'm in the Bentley truck
Flex up, poured up
Don't care about your ho, she ain't making no noise
She [?]
Mad cause you see me with the nigga [?]
That nigga that you [?] trust
Layed up with me, so you know he ain't picking up
You ain't tryna get fucked
You a joke bitch, you need to give it up
He ain't nothing but a quick fuck
Worry about a nigga, bitch you better get your bands up
You better get your bands up
[Verse 1: Redd Coldhearted]
Why these bitches wanna play?
Pull up to the spot, and put a chopper in your face
Worry bout a nigga [?]
Money make him crazy, ain't got no time to play
Peewee Longway run in the A
[?] to the bands, when it's right in the safe
Send the bricks to the bando, I rap them up
I keep it tucked in case a nigga tryna fuck
What the fuck going on?
Your bitch keep calling, why she blowing up your phone?
She ain't got the picture of who you taking home
I know she [?] go home
Stop looking dumb for a nigga that don't want ya
Tryna get a grand for my nigga [?]
Your nigga wanna [?]
[?] and I'm all about the dollars
Talking about your nigga, bitch he tryna hollar
Talking about cash, hell yeah I got a lotta dollars
A nigga need me [?]
I ain't conseeded bitch, this is how I was brought up
[?]
If you don't want a problem, then bitch you better back up
I be on that fuck shit, all I do is pull up
Foreign whip driving, so you know it when you see us
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