
3:37 AM Unkle DMoney (Ft. GrindHard E, Louie Ray & Rio Da Yung OG)
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[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
What up, Sav?
What up, D Money, Lou?
You know what the fuck goin' on, nigga
We been gettin' money, nigga
Ayy
[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
A nigga disrespected me, now he six feet
Step on a brick with one foot, turn it to two, I got big feet
Your bitch only good for stuffin' work and she dick eat
If you chasin' chicken, nigga, hit them pockets and dig deep
All grams, no scams, these millionaire vibes
I'm OT chasin' fast money, bitch, and I'm still alive
I been a thousand-aire, nigga, back before whoadie died
A nigga ain't shot a gun at me since Jacoby tried
[Verse 2: Unkle D Money]
Push your shit back if you ain't mines
These niggas playin' kid games, bitch, you fake slime
Don't give a fuck 'bout what you heard, fuck the grape vine
I'll shoot this bitch and still be on the block like I'm Tayshaun
Punches got me in the free world, but this ain't 8 Mile
'Cause I could load a hundred on that site and I'ma make mine
You niggas can't be in the hood like you Trayvon
One cream soda, an Arctic Sun, we pour eight lines
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
What up, Sav?
What up, D Money, Lou?
You know what the fuck goin' on, nigga
We been gettin' money, nigga
Ayy
[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
A nigga disrespected me, now he six feet
Step on a brick with one foot, turn it to two, I got big feet
Your bitch only good for stuffin' work and she dick eat
If you chasin' chicken, nigga, hit them pockets and dig deep
All grams, no scams, these millionaire vibes
I'm OT chasin' fast money, bitch, and I'm still alive
I been a thousand-aire, nigga, back before whoadie died
A nigga ain't shot a gun at me since Jacoby tried
[Verse 2: Unkle D Money]
Push your shit back if you ain't mines
These niggas playin' kid games, bitch, you fake slime
Don't give a fuck 'bout what you heard, fuck the grape vine
I'll shoot this bitch and still be on the block like I'm Tayshaun
Punches got me in the free world, but this ain't 8 Mile
'Cause I could load a hundred on that site and I'ma make mine
You niggas can't be in the hood like you Trayvon
One cream soda, an Arctic Sun, we pour eight lines
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