[Intro]
Stop playing, young niggas
[?]
*Black Money Boyz Deathrow f*ck Nigga*
[?]
Stop playing with this shit, man
You know what's going on
[Verse 1]
Only thing a bitch good for
Is get my dick hard
All these hoes think they gangsta
But I'm the real boss
Hit the club, pop that p*ssy
Bitch get lost
If that hoe ain't making money
Then she [?]
Man I hate to leave your bitch
That fake like she rich
[?]
This money counterfeit
Florida niggas we the fraud
But that's the [?]
Miami niggas we go hard
I face-f*cked the bitch
[Chorus]
Man, I hate that sucker shit
Blinding niggas with my wrist
And my golds look like crisp
I'ma ball hard on these hoes like a fist
These jitts ain't no shit
Talking down, you get hit
I got rounds, hella clip
Knock you down, you gеt flipped
[Verse 2]
Finesse thе bitch, f*ck that hoe
And never stress that bitch
I put my dick in the mouth, tongue [?]
I had to do it by myself
[?]
You disrespect the Dade County
And I'm off the shit
I'll leave you lonely lil' homie
Like you're introverted
You ain't a bad bitch
'Till you got a money purpose
I had to put on for my city
'Cause I know we worth it
You know I had to do it big
Like [?]
[Chorus]
Man, I hate that sucker shit
Blinding niggas with my wrist
And my golds look like crisp
I'ma ball hard on these hoes like a fist
These jitts ain't no shit
Talking down, you get hit
I got rounds, hella clip
Knock you down, you get flipped