[Intro]
(This is Greedy Money)
(Dubba-AA flexin')
[Verse 1: EST Gee]
Lame niggas wanna hang with us but ain't bang with us
Slang with us, hanging out the window with them things with us
Gang members, real pain-givers like a train hit 'em
Fuck the game up, me and my niggas ran a train in it
Why they playing with us? They know EST the big mob
Gave so many blues to you, they slide throwing Crip signs (You know what it is, This Is The Sound)
Pill poppin', if I did stop, then I'd miss Quan
55 Zoski shooting drive, we ain't scared to die
Casey seen me laid up, made me cry, thought I lost my eye
I don't care who with 'em in that ride, everybody die
You ain't one of mine, a thousand on his mind a hundred timеs
He be lying, he ain't outsidе, popping shit on live
Big slime, I'ma give a dime up for the location
Niggas hoes, we gon' tote these poles, fuck probation
[Verse 2: 42 Dugg]
Thug nigga, hate them blood niggas, still a Cuz killer
Drug dealer full of 35, we gon' buy him out
Made my first M with CMG, like, "What you buy now?"
All-white, I rock Off White, bitch, let's talk prices
Bad bitches spend they last with me, ain't never had one
Thirty bricks for thirty-three a piece, I'm tryna grab one
I'm the bad son, Mama say she still love me though
Cameras in the bedroom, it's hard for me to trust these hoes
Fuck these bows, I done seen a ticket selling bricks, nigga
How you serving fiends? Bitch, I only sell to rich niggas
Ass-kissing, baby, keep it pushing, I ain't your last nigga
Fast whips, damn near hit the car, I'm tryna stash shit (Ayy)
Past-tense, I got a driver now, but even he know
I keep that nickel on me, so if they whoop me, nigga, keep going
Don't throw them birds to me, that McNabb, I'm like T. Owens
Free yours and free mine, Gotti fightin' a body, bitch
I hope you beat it three times—you fail, we gon' keep trying
Quez been sliding, 'til something killed, he gon' keep sliding
Five double-murders, doggy damn near got a graveyard
Shoutout to the prosecutor, that's the one who saved y'all
Bitch, I'm like, "Who raised y'all?" I don't need no days off
I pick up when that pape' call, bitch
(This is Greedy Money)
(Dubba-AA flexin')
[Verse 1: EST Gee]
Lame niggas wanna hang with us but ain't bang with us
Slang with us, hanging out the window with them things with us
Gang members, real pain-givers like a train hit 'em
Fuck the game up, me and my niggas ran a train in it
Why they playing with us? They know EST the big mob
Gave so many blues to you, they slide throwing Crip signs (You know what it is, This Is The Sound)
Pill poppin', if I did stop, then I'd miss Quan
55 Zoski shooting drive, we ain't scared to die
Casey seen me laid up, made me cry, thought I lost my eye
I don't care who with 'em in that ride, everybody die
You ain't one of mine, a thousand on his mind a hundred timеs
He be lying, he ain't outsidе, popping shit on live
Big slime, I'ma give a dime up for the location
Niggas hoes, we gon' tote these poles, fuck probation
[Verse 2: 42 Dugg]
Thug nigga, hate them blood niggas, still a Cuz killer
Drug dealer full of 35, we gon' buy him out
Made my first M with CMG, like, "What you buy now?"
All-white, I rock Off White, bitch, let's talk prices
Bad bitches spend they last with me, ain't never had one
Thirty bricks for thirty-three a piece, I'm tryna grab one
I'm the bad son, Mama say she still love me though
Cameras in the bedroom, it's hard for me to trust these hoes
Fuck these bows, I done seen a ticket selling bricks, nigga
How you serving fiends? Bitch, I only sell to rich niggas
Ass-kissing, baby, keep it pushing, I ain't your last nigga
Fast whips, damn near hit the car, I'm tryna stash shit (Ayy)
Past-tense, I got a driver now, but even he know
I keep that nickel on me, so if they whoop me, nigga, keep going
Don't throw them birds to me, that McNabb, I'm like T. Owens
Free yours and free mine, Gotti fightin' a body, bitch
I hope you beat it three times—you fail, we gon' keep trying
Quez been sliding, 'til something killed, he gon' keep sliding
Five double-murders, doggy damn near got a graveyard
Shoutout to the prosecutor, that's the one who saved y'all
Bitch, I'm like, "Who raised y'all?" I don't need no days off
I pick up when that pape' call, bitch
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