I wish you never would try to run up on me
Aint in the trunk, you know it got it on me
Money guns even bigger
What will it take to pull that trigger?
Blowem away
Nigger dont give me a reason nigger
Blowem away
We learn the A business, head business crocked
All thats doing with a flame all Waka Flock
Making money, finessing with the game show
Jodys back up on the chance call it silk running
Money the lead of all I want the core…
All the blank I wont move it, simple mathematic
Lets do it like you can gain a lot
Well catch that for the money…
Money sack B, we call that…
Shot him on his birthday, flat line pancake
Blow niggers bout to sink, I blow a hole in it
The nigger ER his face when I unfold it
Control it nigger
I wish you never would try to run up on me
Aint in the trunk, you know it got it on me
Money guns even bigger
What will it take to pull that trigger?
Blowem away
Nigger dont give me a reason nigger
Blowem away
Anti solider alley boy he cant stand me
Thirsty for the money, no conscience, I aint spare niggers
I got real grills on platoons, now hold tight you leave the room
Dumbass we only came to get the cake fast
Since I was young infatuated how they cake blast
Lock them in the hose and no safe brought the duck tape
Blame it on the death of my brother, my father, on my motherfucking lethal
On a… nigger, terminator with a hand chopped
C4 blow up your wheel or blast you in a bomb
I wish you never would try to run up on me
Aint in the trunk, you know it got it on me
Money guns even bigger
What will it take to pull that trigger?
Blowem away
Nigger dont give me a reason nigger
Blowem away
