Talking bout the money from the block my nigga they tripping
Say what
Talking bout the money from the block my nigga we flipping
Say what
Got a hundred on the wrist
Got a hundred on the neck We lit nigga
Say what
Run it to the town from the spot nigga
Say what
I don't think they really wanna come for me
Chef in the kitchen while smoking trees
Riding in the back like
Raised in a mad life
Living in the black light
Close to heat
Say what...
I don't think they really wanna mess wit me
Cannon on the hand like bumble bee
Ran it out the trap like
Funny in the act like
Hundreds in the stack like
Close to me
Say what...
Had it in the bag like groceries
Streams online more royalties
Stacking up the cash like
Use to live the fast life
Now im in the limelight
Spending cheese
Say What
Eyes on the future don't wait for me
Talking bout the money from the block my nigga they tripping
Say what
Talking bout the money from the block my nigga we flipping
Say what
Got a hundred on the wrist
Got a hundred on the neck We lit nigga
Say what
Run it to the town from the spot nigga
Say what
Out in the West we getting money baby
Cash pouring out like water crazy
C hundred on the tag like
Money in the bag like
Buying up the store like
It's a shopping spree
Say what
Talking bout the money from the block my nigga
Watch for the boys on the drop my nigga
Only in a mad life
Run it through the spot like
Gotta get this stack
Like its supposed to be
Say what
I got bundles in the back
I Got a hundred more stacked...
I'm steaming in the trap
While I'm serving off the jack...
Got killers with the mac
That a do it for a rack...
Smoke with the ghost
While i make a music track...
Say what...
To the hills
From the land of the green my nigga
Walk in the god light
Only been a hard life
Gotta do the job right
Then you get to live nice
Never get to live
Till I make these millions...
I did it cause i had to
Did it with an attitude
Gold brick stash
Thats money I'll battle you
Off to the bets
You gotta be gambler
Hands on ya head
Or these bullets gone scramble ya
I hustled from ave to
Younging on the block like
Nigga know cash rule
Mind set grown through
God like statues
Raised from the ashes
Stacking that money in the box my nigga we flipping
We sipping
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Talking bout the money from the block my nigga they tripping
Say what
Talking bout the money from the block my nigga we flipping
Say what
Got a hundred on the wrist
Got a hundred on the neck We lit nigga
Say what
Run it to the town from the spot nigga
Say what
I don't think they really wanna come for me
Chef in the kitchen while smoking trees
Riding in the back like
Raised in a mad life
Living in the black light
Close to heat
Say what...
I don't think they really wanna mess wit me
Cannon on the hand like bumble bee
Ran it out the trap like
Funny in the act like
Hundreds in the stack like
Close to me
Say what...
Had it in the bag like groceries
Streams online more royalties
Stacking up the cash like
Use to live the fast life
Now im in the limelight
Spending cheese
Say What
Eyes on the future don't wait for me
Talking bout the money from the block my nigga they tripping
Say what
Talking bout the money from the block my nigga we flipping
Say what
Got a hundred on the wrist
Got a hundred on the neck We lit nigga
Say what
Run it to the town from the spot nigga
Say what
Out in the West we getting money baby
Cash pouring out like water crazy
C hundred on the tag like
Money in the bag like
Buying up the store like
It's a shopping spree
Say what
Talking bout the money from the block my nigga
Watch for the boys on the drop my nigga
Only in a mad life
Run it through the spot like
Gotta get this stack
Like its supposed to be
Say what
I got bundles in the back
I Got a hundred more stacked...
I'm steaming in the trap
While I'm serving off the jack...
Got killers with the mac
That a do it for a rack...
Smoke with the ghost
While i make a music track...
Say what...
To the hills
From the land of the green my nigga
Walk in the god light
Only been a hard life
Gotta do the job right
Then you get to live nice
Never get to live
Till I make these millions...
I did it cause i had to
Did it with an attitude
Gold brick stash
Thats money I'll battle you
Off to the bets
You gotta be gambler
Hands on ya head
Or these bullets gone scramble ya
I hustled from ave to
Younging on the block like
Nigga know cash rule
Mind set grown through
God like statues
Raised from the ashes
Stacking that money in the box my nigga we flipping
We sipping
Say what
Talking bout the money from the block my nigga we flipping
Say what
Got a hundred on the wrist
Got a hundred on the neck We lit nigga
Say what
Run it to the town from the spot nigga
Say what
I don't think they really wanna come for me
Chef in the kitchen while smoking trees
Riding in the back like
Raised in a mad life
Living in the black light
Close to heat
Say what...
I don't think they really wanna mess wit me
Cannon on the hand like bumble bee
Ran it out the trap like
Funny in the act like
Hundreds in the stack like
Close to me
Say what...
Had it in the bag like groceries
Streams online more royalties
Stacking up the cash like
Use to live the fast life
Now im in the limelight
Spending cheese
Say What
Eyes on the future don't wait for me
Talking bout the money from the block my nigga they tripping
Say what
Talking bout the money from the block my nigga we flipping
Say what
Got a hundred on the wrist
Got a hundred on the neck We lit nigga
Say what
Run it to the town from the spot nigga
Say what
Out in the West we getting money baby
Cash pouring out like water crazy
C hundred on the tag like
Money in the bag like
Buying up the store like
It's a shopping spree
Say what
Talking bout the money from the block my nigga
Watch for the boys on the drop my nigga
Only in a mad life
Run it through the spot like
Gotta get this stack
Like its supposed to be
Say what
I got bundles in the back
I Got a hundred more stacked...
I'm steaming in the trap
While I'm serving off the jack...
Got killers with the mac
That a do it for a rack...
Smoke with the ghost
While i make a music track...
Say what...
To the hills
From the land of the green my nigga
Walk in the god light
Only been a hard life
Gotta do the job right
Then you get to live nice
Never get to live
Till I make these millions...
I did it cause i had to
Did it with an attitude
Gold brick stash
Thats money I'll battle you
Off to the bets
You gotta be gambler
Hands on ya head
Or these bullets gone scramble ya
I hustled from ave to
Younging on the block like
Nigga know cash rule
Mind set grown through
God like statues
Raised from the ashes
Stacking that money in the box my nigga we flipping
We sipping
Writer: JOHN LUTHER JOHNSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, JOHNNY MILLION PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, JOHNNY MILLION PUBLISHING