G.M.G Jay Finesse - Riley Lyrics

Bitch I'm the man
Soon as I was walk through the door
Pull up and I'll rock yo show
If that's yo lil' hoe
Gang
Better hide her tho'
She on green light
That mean she gone go
No we ain't lackin'
Gang be wreckin' the havoc
We stay on point like a cone
My shooters be grippin' them poles
So if It's a go my niggas gone blow
We wipe yo' nose
If we heard you told
I pickup the load
Now I'm back in the trap
They callin' my phone
What you need I got that
Said he need four
I scale it then bag
If he jump like a toad
I'm upping the strap
Keep what he wanted
And take what he got
I'm back in my mode
I'm Trappin' real hard
My bankroll can't fold
So I gotta stay smart
If we pull his card
What he gone do tho
Nothin', he a hoe
So, we had to zoe
He a bitch
So, he ain't gone do shit
No, not a thing
Cause when we pop
He get drop like some lean
Got hella racks in my jeans
Ima' get go it by any means
I'm get money gang
That's the money team
If he play with me
Put em' on hanes tee
To run up some M's
Yea, that's my dream
And ima' get there
With this jugg scheme
For my niggas
I'm uppin' the b's
D on a play know I'm gbg
I just got good from a bb&t
All these niggas claim it
But it's one GMG
I'm a young nigga havin'
Like I'm tmt
Opps said they bout action
Put em' on tnt
They be doing all that actin'
Should be on bet
These niggas be cappin'
They belong on a screen
They can stick to that
Ima' get to this green
Stay dipped in that fashion
Yea I like Louie, today I wear Gucci
I was in a hooptie, with a lil' hoochie
Bitch I'm just coolin', I don't want no coochie
Just drool on me shordy, don't be scared to do it
Can't trust all these thotties
Cause these bitches be choosing
Yea I'm bout' money
But my shooters be hooping
They might pull up drop 30
That's Kyrie Irving
J.P and Hathaway that's who I'm eating with
Pass all yo' moves cause we get em' really lit
I stay with them Jews so, them cases I'm beating it
Bag a bitch like I work at jewels
F*ck up a check might go buss down my jewels
They know I go stupid, I'm gone act a fool
But I turn to a menace, once I pick up this tool
If he acting real picky we taking his food
Runnin' his pockets
And taking his loot
Far from that little shit
Nigga I than grew
Now I might catch a play
And buss down a blue
We been doin this
And it ain't nothin' new
I see niggas hatin'
I ain't trippin' it's cool
Exotic ice cream
Put me right in the mood
F*ckin' yo bitch
While she playing my tunes
If it ain't bout money
Bitch get out my way
I just been trappin
I gotta get paid
24 hours I flip it same day
Customers love it
Real exotic flav
You can't touch it
GANG