[Intro: Jarren Benton]
Money bag, money bag, money bag
K-K-Kato On The Track
[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]
Might rock leather in the summer (Fonz)
Watch for the pigs and piranhas (twelve)
Chopper put a nigga in a coma (brr)
Paramedics right around the corner (clear)
Momma like the smell of marijuana (loud)
But she don't wanna see a nigga high (nah)
Prayin' for a nigga every hour (Amen)
Cause she afraid to see a nigga die
Raised on the mothafuckin' eastside (eastside)
Throwed off nigga I don't seem right (off)
My niggas on go they got the green light (no)
Ay level up nigga get ya team right
I'm paranoid so I keep the ox on me (blah)
Fur coat, baby white fox on me (mink)
Neighbors wanna call the fuckin' cops on me (brrrp)
Cause I pulled up in the bitch in the drive homie (skrtt)
Ill nigga, ill nigga, ill nigga (ill)
Hell yeah, that's the way I feel nigga (feel nigga)
Full time job, bout to kill niggas (brrrp)
If it ain't 'bout the bag, I don't deal witcha (cut)
'95 Pac and Versace (Thug Life)
Bitches pussy poppin' in the lobby (clap)
Feel good when you puttin' food on the table, try to stop me I'ma prolly catch a body, it's a homicide
Money bag, money bag, money bag
K-K-Kato On The Track
[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]
Might rock leather in the summer (Fonz)
Watch for the pigs and piranhas (twelve)
Chopper put a nigga in a coma (brr)
Paramedics right around the corner (clear)
Momma like the smell of marijuana (loud)
But she don't wanna see a nigga high (nah)
Prayin' for a nigga every hour (Amen)
Cause she afraid to see a nigga die
Raised on the mothafuckin' eastside (eastside)
Throwed off nigga I don't seem right (off)
My niggas on go they got the green light (no)
Ay level up nigga get ya team right
I'm paranoid so I keep the ox on me (blah)
Fur coat, baby white fox on me (mink)
Neighbors wanna call the fuckin' cops on me (brrrp)
Cause I pulled up in the bitch in the drive homie (skrtt)
Ill nigga, ill nigga, ill nigga (ill)
Hell yeah, that's the way I feel nigga (feel nigga)
Full time job, bout to kill niggas (brrrp)
If it ain't 'bout the bag, I don't deal witcha (cut)
'95 Pac and Versace (Thug Life)
Bitches pussy poppin' in the lobby (clap)
Feel good when you puttin' food on the table, try to stop me I'ma prolly catch a body, it's a homicide
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