Intro Lyrics

[Verse]
He always talking cash shit but never have no f*cking money
Everywhere I go I keep a rack you f*cking dummy
All my bitches eating not one bitch bummy
Put the chop to his side have him walking like a monkey
Put that bitch to a tussle
Blow that bitch I hear a mumble
Keep the big forty ruger for them bitches tryna touch me
Capture me as yall move cuz a lul' bitch humble
Tryna get this money like me baby boy but it's a hustle You gotta stay focused and you gotta have muscle
Keep it strapped at all times hating niggas try to bust you
Put the silence on that bitch all you gone see is body fumble
Making bitches sick I walk in her tummy grumble
Bitches start coming around when they see that check tho
In the street with the heat niggas don't want trouble
Free Roc missing my pops I swear I'm doing it for you
Molly B it feel good when the whole hood love you

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