[Intro]
What you wanna do? Yeah
TBG Gorilla Gang, I'm Gee Money boo, ayy
Shout out to Cardi, man, let me hit this bitch (I make money moves)
[Verse]
Lit nigga, you can't fuck with me, I got my papper up
Yeah I hear them niggas talking shit, they bet not play with us
Most them niggas blew up from BR, they was fake as fuck
When I blow, my team blow, that's what I'm trying to make it for
I dont know why he hating, guess he mad 'bout a bitch
All y'all use to claim TBG, look how you niggas switched
How the fuck you got a bag if you always on my dick?
I ain't trippin', in that audi, bitch, I'm ballin', I'm the shit
Came from the street, I was stuck up in the trenches
Motherfuck a 'Vette, I just wanna get a Bentley
Niggas hatting on me, they don't wanna see me with it
Sickest in my city, I don't got no competition
Pull up, I'm thuggin' for real (Thuggin')
Did this shit without a deal (For real)
Talking shit, you better chill (Chill out)
Shooters pull up to your crib (Bow)
I got more cells then a jail (Yeah)
Hoes be messy as hell (Baby mama)
I did this shit by myself (I did)
NBA, I think I'm Steph (Ballin')
Wagon, pull up in the hood (Uh)
I don't fuck 'round with no rentals (Never)
On the 'gram like you gettin' money (For real?)
All of these niggas pretenders (They lying)
Everyday I wake up, I be thinking 'bout a bag
Headed to the money, got a nigga going fast
Pull up in a 'Mera, I was finna get a Jag'
Nigga tried to kill me, got to hittin' through the glass
I ain't get shot, his eyes must of been clothes
Same nigga did it, nigga came for his soul
Solid til' the end, never bend, never fold
Pull up in a Benz, gettin' it in on the road
What you wanna do? Yeah
TBG Gorilla Gang, I'm Gee Money boo, ayy
Shout out to Cardi, man, let me hit this bitch (I make money moves)
[Verse]
Lit nigga, you can't fuck with me, I got my papper up
Yeah I hear them niggas talking shit, they bet not play with us
Most them niggas blew up from BR, they was fake as fuck
When I blow, my team blow, that's what I'm trying to make it for
I dont know why he hating, guess he mad 'bout a bitch
All y'all use to claim TBG, look how you niggas switched
How the fuck you got a bag if you always on my dick?
I ain't trippin', in that audi, bitch, I'm ballin', I'm the shit
Came from the street, I was stuck up in the trenches
Motherfuck a 'Vette, I just wanna get a Bentley
Niggas hatting on me, they don't wanna see me with it
Sickest in my city, I don't got no competition
Pull up, I'm thuggin' for real (Thuggin')
Did this shit without a deal (For real)
Talking shit, you better chill (Chill out)
Shooters pull up to your crib (Bow)
I got more cells then a jail (Yeah)
Hoes be messy as hell (Baby mama)
I did this shit by myself (I did)
NBA, I think I'm Steph (Ballin')
Wagon, pull up in the hood (Uh)
I don't fuck 'round with no rentals (Never)
On the 'gram like you gettin' money (For real?)
All of these niggas pretenders (They lying)
Everyday I wake up, I be thinking 'bout a bag
Headed to the money, got a nigga going fast
Pull up in a 'Mera, I was finna get a Jag'
Nigga tried to kill me, got to hittin' through the glass
I ain't get shot, his eyes must of been clothes
Same nigga did it, nigga came for his soul
Solid til' the end, never bend, never fold
Pull up in a Benz, gettin' it in on the road
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