[Chorus]
How can you blame a nigga?
I swear that money it change a nigga
When I got money, it changed some niggas
I bust down that Rollie‚ my chain got bigger
I lost my lil' homie‚ it changed a nigga
I keep a Glock 40‚ won't change my nigga
But now I got money, put change on niggas
They call me OG, my niggas kill you for free
But I'ma still pay them niggas
Free CBD‚ fuck the judge and police
They tryna hang a nigga
Been sippin' codeine, and I just might die in my sleep
So I go to bed with the stainless, nigga
How can you blame a nigga?
I swear that money it change a nigga
When I got money‚ it changed some niggas
I bust down that Rollie, my chain got bigger
I lost my lil' homie, it changed a nigga
I keep a Glock 40, won't change my nigga
But now I got money, put change on niggas
How can you blame a nigga?
[Verse 1]
When I made it to the top, only Lord knows
Growing up from the SWAT made my heart cold
Had to work at the pot like gumbo
Had to stand on the block like Mutombo
Had to jack me a box like jumbo
Hit 'em quarterback blitz like Romo
Hit 'em with the hit stick, make 'em fumble
1-7-18 for Woodrow
121 for Bantho
R.I.P. to my nigga Slow Groove
Rest in peace to my nigga Young Deuce
Love for lil' homie Ghost and Kenny Lu
Now my heart gone like John Q
They were paper chasin' for the revenue
Tryna flip a pack just like an acrobat
And get a hundred stacks and get a Hellcat
Matte black with the Forgiato shoes
They looked up to their big brother
Said, "Maxo, I wanna be like you"
Told 'em go for what you know
And work your move
Just chase the dough and you will get it soon
Next thing I know, I see them dead on the news
Bad block, head shot up, blood from his shirt to his shoes
How the fuck they let it happen?
How they let some niggas clap 'em
They was pistol packin', they wasn't lackin'
They died with their tools
Countin', paper chasin', revenue
You see what that money do?
How can you blame 'em niggas?
How can you blame a nigga?
I swear that money it change a nigga
When I got money, it changed some niggas
I bust down that Rollie‚ my chain got bigger
I lost my lil' homie‚ it changed a nigga
I keep a Glock 40‚ won't change my nigga
But now I got money, put change on niggas
They call me OG, my niggas kill you for free
But I'ma still pay them niggas
Free CBD‚ fuck the judge and police
They tryna hang a nigga
Been sippin' codeine, and I just might die in my sleep
So I go to bed with the stainless, nigga
How can you blame a nigga?
I swear that money it change a nigga
When I got money‚ it changed some niggas
I bust down that Rollie, my chain got bigger
I lost my lil' homie, it changed a nigga
I keep a Glock 40, won't change my nigga
But now I got money, put change on niggas
How can you blame a nigga?
[Verse 1]
When I made it to the top, only Lord knows
Growing up from the SWAT made my heart cold
Had to work at the pot like gumbo
Had to stand on the block like Mutombo
Had to jack me a box like jumbo
Hit 'em quarterback blitz like Romo
Hit 'em with the hit stick, make 'em fumble
1-7-18 for Woodrow
121 for Bantho
R.I.P. to my nigga Slow Groove
Rest in peace to my nigga Young Deuce
Love for lil' homie Ghost and Kenny Lu
Now my heart gone like John Q
They were paper chasin' for the revenue
Tryna flip a pack just like an acrobat
And get a hundred stacks and get a Hellcat
Matte black with the Forgiato shoes
They looked up to their big brother
Said, "Maxo, I wanna be like you"
Told 'em go for what you know
And work your move
Just chase the dough and you will get it soon
Next thing I know, I see them dead on the news
Bad block, head shot up, blood from his shirt to his shoes
How the fuck they let it happen?
How they let some niggas clap 'em
They was pistol packin', they wasn't lackin'
They died with their tools
Countin', paper chasin', revenue
You see what that money do?
How can you blame 'em niggas?
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