Uh-Ohh Styles P (Ft. Sheek Louch)

[Intro: Styles P]
I heard you gettin' money but you're not like me
I heard your little raps but you're not SP
So close your fuckin' mouth when you're next to a G
Glock 500, but these bullets come free

[Verse 1: Styles P]
Money make the world go 'round, plus vertical
From no car to a luxury convertible
Niggas that had love now wanna murder you
I be spazzin', blitzin' like all Madden
Me and this pretty hunny sharin' this orgasm
I'm on the 'Gnac and shorty on the Murlo
Fur coat to the homie on the furlo
Drivin' on murder beach, slow than a turtle
65 there then 65 back
You could get a million dollars off of 65 stacks
We neither here, we neither there
But if the car smell like smoke then nigga Febreze the air
Spray the ozium, still break bread
With niggas that move opium and still racketeer
Huntin' for money so run like a pack of deer
If you ain't heard me clear that's why I'm clappin' at your ear

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
Three guns on set, which one you wanna hear
Got the paper on deck, throw that money in the air
When I pull up in the front, all these niggas do is stare
I'm a dream to these women but these niggas; nightmare
Yeah, uh-ohh!
I heard you gettin' money but you're not like me
I heard your little raps but you're not SP
So close your fuckin' mouth when you're next to a G
Glock 500, but these bullets come free
Uh-ohh!