Nhạc sĩ: JT Money, Dre, Marcello Valenzano
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
I got them going crazy, they're trying to lock down J-Baby
Them suckers don't wanna pay back, them niggas must think I'm crazy
They must do business shady, or they think that I can't count
Don't need a big bank account, *** that bull***, I'm out
Time to start my own ***, mother***er, I own ***
Boy, I'm on some grown ***, understand, I'm my own bitch
Get your hands up out of my pocket, y'all readin' mother***ers better stop it
Y'all niggas can't play my profit, so you might wear a backup outfit
Money man, don't *** around, boy, I will shut you down
You don't wanna bust it down, now you gotta stop bustin' clowns
So please don't *** with mine, and I won't have to *** with yours
Cause when I bring them toys, we knockin' down them doors
And anything else in my way, interfering with my pay
Y'all niggas gon' run today, don't *** around with J
I don't see them awards, or them plaques, or them thank you contracts
Matter of fact, *** that
All I want is to see you
And my back all right
Y'all done ***ed around with this
All the bitch ass niggas ain't down with this
Y'all braving that niggas stop hound Of this
***, ***, mother***ers
Y'all funk ass niggas better recognize I work your niggas out like exercise
I'm the *** mother***er, I flex with mine You gotta show peace, I rest in mine
Nigga, I ain't lying, mother***ers don't know about J
And the damn thing hold by J *** around B-D-O-A
Nigga, that *** show okay You don't know this gang, this ***
Plus, I won't take your trick Y'all *** niggas think y'all slick
Let me tell y'all niggas ain't *** But when them killers come
That's when all y'all *** niggas rhyme Still nigga like me, boots up to none
So all y'all *** boys, you will get done, huh?
All sucka niggas better take heed Before you get your ass smoked like weed
Nigga, I don't fake, I squeeze Let me hear you try to take from me
Nigga, that's gon' be your ass Definitely gon' be your last
Don't *** around, nigga, with my cash Unless your ass on two get blasted
Respect the gang, dread the pain Now I'm a brain, to your man
Playin' games with your life Livin' trife, I take them strikes
Drop, drop, drop, drop, drop Drop the roll, drop the roll
Drop, drop, drop, drop, drop Drop the roll, drop the roll
Drop, drop, drop, drop
Drop the roll, drop the roll
I drop the Prozona, I drop the Prozona Drop the Boz on them
Drop the Boz on them, we drop them Boz Sim chemistry
I'm in this gang like a legend Y'all niggas peasants
Open your ass up like presents Put my weight on it
White suckers sitting wait on it Can't hate on them when Jake on it
You know nobody, my boy shop close Hit some weight유�
Try to top those, love to chop hoes Quick to drop hoes, I'm frozen, pop gold
But now to stop those, wanna pose, can't *** with Jay
I'm the end shade, gotta make big pay, don't stop
Have mine off the top, but who that drop nigga sell with pop?
Let me pop real *** in your ear Poppin' all *** boys, so stay in the clear
Pop bitch in the mouth, I'm talkin' too much *** Pop three lil' g's, they don't *** with
Pop on a nigga when they see you hatin' Pop a gang in his mouth, send them sayin'
Pop the question, who next is that? If you don't wanna be you, don't bust
Well mine ain't a rap ass nigga, bitch, it's a spit game
In the big thangs, don't touch the ***, man All bread suckers, soft ass cookies
Don't ever compare me to no rookies
Put me on out, chop clothes
Talk all that ***, rap ass nigga