[Hook: Mista Raja]
We on that gangsta gangsta gangsta gangsta X4
[Verse 1: Rich Boy]
I bought my girl haha laughing at the rest
You act like u can make her wet
But u should be ashamed of that
I float the cash and make it back
You struggle tryin to stack a stack
No matter what you know we strapped, where you at?
I flipped her first and then her cousin
Got that bread coming out the oven
Hydrocodin mixed with tusin
Kick them hoes I used to cuff, ain’t fucking they
Now she drop it like a nugget
Super star but now she buggin, come her girl and show me something
[Mista Raja]
I was turning up the bass, I was on a paperchase
Pen write with big bank, 50 on my briefcase
Bitch if you ain’t cool enough who you think you foolin huh?
My wrist cold as a freezer got to get my dollars up
[Hook: Mista Raja]
[Verse 2: Rich Boy
You a gangsta ain’t ya, riddled with ya finga
No time to cock it when niggas poppin and you in danger
More money could it be, big dollars be calling me
This show ain’t over with, there’s so much more to see
Cadillac audis and nex ridin around wit 200 racks
Hustle hard take it to the max, purp loud comin out the back
Dope boy be cookin that crack, blow that flip that back
Niggas already know my rap, a mill sold nigga look at that plaque
I turn power for cash pull up and drop the anchor
You scared to hustle that’s more for me my nigga thank ya
My daily routine count cash jus like a banker
Back to the streets to get this cheese, this shit is gangsta
We on that gangsta gangsta gangsta gangsta X4
[Verse 1: Rich Boy]
I bought my girl haha laughing at the rest
You act like u can make her wet
But u should be ashamed of that
I float the cash and make it back
You struggle tryin to stack a stack
No matter what you know we strapped, where you at?
I flipped her first and then her cousin
Got that bread coming out the oven
Hydrocodin mixed with tusin
Kick them hoes I used to cuff, ain’t fucking they
Now she drop it like a nugget
Super star but now she buggin, come her girl and show me something
[Mista Raja]
I was turning up the bass, I was on a paperchase
Pen write with big bank, 50 on my briefcase
Bitch if you ain’t cool enough who you think you foolin huh?
My wrist cold as a freezer got to get my dollars up
[Hook: Mista Raja]
[Verse 2: Rich Boy
You a gangsta ain’t ya, riddled with ya finga
No time to cock it when niggas poppin and you in danger
More money could it be, big dollars be calling me
This show ain’t over with, there’s so much more to see
Cadillac audis and nex ridin around wit 200 racks
Hustle hard take it to the max, purp loud comin out the back
Dope boy be cookin that crack, blow that flip that back
Niggas already know my rap, a mill sold nigga look at that plaque
I turn power for cash pull up and drop the anchor
You scared to hustle that’s more for me my nigga thank ya
My daily routine count cash jus like a banker
Back to the streets to get this cheese, this shit is gangsta
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