No Reason Six Ward Von (Ft. RMC Mike)

[Intro: RMC Mike]
(I'm just tryna figure out, who's the most wanted?)
Bitch
Ah, Real Money Counter shit, nigga
Fuck goin' on

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
Me and Von back up in the booth, shit'll get tragic
Finna drop out every opp I see, we need a big casket
Every other week, I buy a heat, I got a big habit
I can fuck any bitch I want, shit, I'm a bitch magnet
Kel-Tec P50, blue tips, hundred round
Hunting suit, all black, no mask, gun him down
Back then we was broke as hell, we gettin' money now
Them rainy days wasn't gon' last forever, it's gettin' sunny now

[Verse 2: Six Ward Von]
You said you got them bitches for the what? Boy, quit fuckin' lyin'
I don't listen to him, he done said that shit a hundred times
Seen his flunky ass hit a store, make him run around
Finally shot the ARP, I thought it made another sound
Back then, we was still on the same shit
Some young bad ghetto-ass niggas who became rich
Back then, that bitch used to ho a nigga
Ayy, it's funny how I'm stickin' dick all in the same bitch