(This is Greedy Money)
(Dubba-AA flexin')

Lame niggas wanna hang with us but ain't bang with us
Slang with us, hangin' out the window with them things with us
Gang members, real pain-givers like a train hit 'em
Fuck the game up, me and my niggas ran a train in it
Why they playin' with us? They know EST the big mob
Gave so many blues to you, they slide throwin' Crip signs (you know what it is, This Is The Sound)
Pill poppin', if I did stop, then I'd miss Quan
55 Zoski shootin' drive, we ain't scared to die
Casey seen me laid up, made me cry, thought I lost my eye
I don't care who with 'em in that ride, everybody die
You ain't one of mine, a thousand on his mind a hundred times
He be lyin', he ain't outside, poppin' shit on live
Big slime, I'ma give a dime up for the location
Niggas hoes, we gon' tote these poles, fuck probation

Thug nigga, hate them blood niggas, still a Cuz killer
Drug dealer full of 3-5, we gon' buy him out
Made my first M with CMG, like, "What you buy now?"
All-white, I rock Off-White, bitch, let's talk prices
Bad bitches spend they last with me, ain't never had one
Thirty bricks for thirty-three a piece, I'm tryna grab one
I'm the bad son, Mama say she still love me though
Cameras in the bedroom, it's hard for me to trust these hoes
Fuck these bows, I done seen a ticket sellin' bricks, nigga
How you servin' fiends? Bitch, I only sell to rich niggas
Ass-kissin', baby, keep it pushin', I ain't your last nigga
Fast whips, damn near hit the car, I'm tryna stash shit (ayy)
Past-tense, I got a driver now, but even he know
I keep that nickel on me, so if they whoop me, nigga, keep goin'
Don't throw them birds to me, ain't McNabb, I'm like T. Owens
Free yours and free mine, Gotti fightin' a body, bitch
I hope you beat it three times you fail, we gon' keep tryin'
Quez been slidin', 'til somethin' killed, he gon' keep slidin'
Five double-murders, doggy damn near got a graveyard
Shoutout to the prosecutor, that's the one who saved y'all
Bitch, I'm like, "Who raised y'all?" I don't need no days off
I pick up when that pape' call, bitch

Yeah, weak dog, fentanyl involved, make the H strong (that H strong, woof)
Makin' plays how I made my name, it ain't take long
Droplets of vanilla in my Tech to set the taste off
Pull off make me wait long (I ain't wait long), I ain't no sittin' duck
Second run from scorin' with that ice like a hockey puck
If you wanna get down, you gotta sacrifice your life to us (you sacrifice your life)
Niggas in that field wearin' wires like they mic-in' up
Lackin' got yo' peoples' noodle touched, y'all need to tighten up (tighten up)
We gon' get this money, give a fuck 'bout niggas likin' us (fuck 'bout niggas likin', yeah)
Ain't no winnin' fights with us, you know that we gon' light it up
You better have your pipe or somethin', you must wanna lose your life or somethin'
Whippin', all niggas work they wrists like they writin' somethin'
I brought all my dawgs into that huddle like I'm Mike or somethin' (like I'm Mike Vick)
Police found a face inside a puddle and your lifeless buddy
Better have your head on a swivel while in traffic
Gangster everywhere except my captains
I'm a made man if an opp nigga askin' (if a opp nigga askin')
With traps in every side county close except for Radcliffe, nigga

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Writer(s): Aaron Lockhart, Dion Hayes, George Stone III, Latroy Garrett, Monroe Coffin