[Intro: MoneyMade Dre]
Yeah
Big MoneyMade shit
If you ain't gang, then you can't hang, nigga
No hat
It's good, Fxce?
Ayy
[Verse 1: MoneyMade Dre]
They told me hit my nigga Fxce, it's time for a feature
Lansing mixed with Flint, this the shit that's fuckin' up the streets
I know a lot of niggas who play rich, but beg me for keys
I got a shooter who don't miss, his shot 2K green
Like naw, for real, my lil' nigga, he won't miss his shot
My mama told me get a job, so now I work the block
Told her I'm gon' blow up with this rap so I can't punch the clock
In a striker with my lil' cuz, we tryin' to dodge the cops
A lot of niggas steady hatin' on me, but they not my opps
Dwayne Johnson, I could show you how to turn soft to a rock
With your wrist, you add a lil' twist, but the feds gon' plot
If the bitch say she don't suck dick, then she gettin' blocked
In other words, if she don't get it, that mean she is finished
Had to change my bitch, 'cause with the sex, she was boring with it
You ain't gotta tell me how to hustle, I was born with it
All my bitches bad with a fat ass or either foreign with it
These niggas wanna be like us 'cause they can see we winning
If you play with X, get X'd out and end up missing
ARP tucked in my Purple jeans, it'll leave you finished
Never popped a Perc', but put in work like a super gremlin (No hat)
Had to tie my shoes, 'cause 'bout a bitch, I cannot be trippin'
Twenty racks in cash in all blues'll leave your bitch strippin'
Used to be a ham, you can ask Ham, 'til I got some chicken
Everything htese niggas say be cap, they like full of fiction
Lot of shit these niggas tryna flex, I done already did it
In the deep end, I'm totin' fin with the biggest fishes
In this life, you gotta pray at night, criminal or witness
No karate, bitch, I'm 'bout a bag and ain't no time to kick it
Yeah
Big MoneyMade shit
If you ain't gang, then you can't hang, nigga
No hat
It's good, Fxce?
Ayy
[Verse 1: MoneyMade Dre]
They told me hit my nigga Fxce, it's time for a feature
Lansing mixed with Flint, this the shit that's fuckin' up the streets
I know a lot of niggas who play rich, but beg me for keys
I got a shooter who don't miss, his shot 2K green
Like naw, for real, my lil' nigga, he won't miss his shot
My mama told me get a job, so now I work the block
Told her I'm gon' blow up with this rap so I can't punch the clock
In a striker with my lil' cuz, we tryin' to dodge the cops
A lot of niggas steady hatin' on me, but they not my opps
Dwayne Johnson, I could show you how to turn soft to a rock
With your wrist, you add a lil' twist, but the feds gon' plot
If the bitch say she don't suck dick, then she gettin' blocked
In other words, if she don't get it, that mean she is finished
Had to change my bitch, 'cause with the sex, she was boring with it
You ain't gotta tell me how to hustle, I was born with it
All my bitches bad with a fat ass or either foreign with it
These niggas wanna be like us 'cause they can see we winning
If you play with X, get X'd out and end up missing
ARP tucked in my Purple jeans, it'll leave you finished
Never popped a Perc', but put in work like a super gremlin (No hat)
Had to tie my shoes, 'cause 'bout a bitch, I cannot be trippin'
Twenty racks in cash in all blues'll leave your bitch strippin'
Used to be a ham, you can ask Ham, 'til I got some chicken
Everything htese niggas say be cap, they like full of fiction
Lot of shit these niggas tryna flex, I done already did it
In the deep end, I'm totin' fin with the biggest fishes
In this life, you gotta pray at night, criminal or witness
No karate, bitch, I'm 'bout a bag and ain't no time to kick it
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