[Intro]
IllWill made the beat bounce
[Chorus]
The only thing I talk is money, dropped a bag on my teeth
They drop a bag in my city, you'll be dead in a week
Got Kaylin tatted on my skin, you know it's long live streets
Tell the goofies I ain't hidin', I'm just duckin' police
A good girl gone bad, we turn that bitch to a freak
When I was broke and I was bummy, they just left me on seen
But now these bitches on my bumper 'cause that nigga say "cheese"
No time to play, I'm on my job, just watch me roll up my sleeves
[Verse 1]
I was just stressed about the rent but now I'm all in Miami
Steady running in and out, I knew my mama couldn't stand me
I won't stop until I'm rich and get like three or four Grammys
Shoutout E, she took that case and stuffed that shit in her panties
30 Deep, bitch, that's the gang and we a well-known clique
30 block the drive-thru, pull up, beep for a zip
24/7 in the 'Ville if you want you a dip
We only rock that blue orange 'cause we some Six Deuce Crips
Smokey tatted on my skin, I seen you dead on that porch
I put the city on my back and passed Murda the torch
Keon died while I was with him, swear that shit left me scarred
At first they used to talk about me, now they say my shit hard
And I can't wait to ice my wrist out, spend some bucks on my smile
Won't say no names, but niggas lame, I swear they bitin' my style
They tried to say we bagged O'Tay like they was ever around
They tried to say we bagged L Dre, shit, I'm just wonderin' how
IllWill made the beat bounce
[Chorus]
The only thing I talk is money, dropped a bag on my teeth
They drop a bag in my city, you'll be dead in a week
Got Kaylin tatted on my skin, you know it's long live streets
Tell the goofies I ain't hidin', I'm just duckin' police
A good girl gone bad, we turn that bitch to a freak
When I was broke and I was bummy, they just left me on seen
But now these bitches on my bumper 'cause that nigga say "cheese"
No time to play, I'm on my job, just watch me roll up my sleeves
[Verse 1]
I was just stressed about the rent but now I'm all in Miami
Steady running in and out, I knew my mama couldn't stand me
I won't stop until I'm rich and get like three or four Grammys
Shoutout E, she took that case and stuffed that shit in her panties
30 Deep, bitch, that's the gang and we a well-known clique
30 block the drive-thru, pull up, beep for a zip
24/7 in the 'Ville if you want you a dip
We only rock that blue orange 'cause we some Six Deuce Crips
Smokey tatted on my skin, I seen you dead on that porch
I put the city on my back and passed Murda the torch
Keon died while I was with him, swear that shit left me scarred
At first they used to talk about me, now they say my shit hard
And I can't wait to ice my wrist out, spend some bucks on my smile
Won't say no names, but niggas lame, I swear they bitin' my style
They tried to say we bagged O'Tay like they was ever around
They tried to say we bagged L Dre, shit, I'm just wonderin' how
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