Man, aye
It's really like Hustle Gang everything
I don't want no peon round me
Only bosses in my clique
You know what I'm saying?
Get your own shit, run the bag, yo niggaa

And we got what these niggas ain't got
We got money
(Boy, you know you don't want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain't got
We got power
(Fuck you, niggaa, you don't want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain't got
We got respect (Hey shorty
You know you don't want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain't got, aye

Anyway, what you gonna say?
Foreign boo in our ride
We just gon' run and play
My bitch is foreign, get your cake up
(But you know you don't want no smoke)
Hustle Gang over everything
Shorty you know you don't want no smoke
(Shorty, you know you don't want no smoke)

This is a rap, this is a trap
That's lame hoe, she volunteered in the camp
They call me Dro, this a four four
I'm with a out of town broad, she don't go-go
Stick like a cactus, blow you off the atlas
Run upon you with that Draco
I got my ratchet and I'm rockin' Coogi
Don't make me act a fool
Don't make me unload this uzi
I go for the kick, I die for the kick
Get money we saw light on the haze
I shoot 'em the back of the face
I be the first nigga that's catching a case
I stalk through the hood, get a QP, I'm so G
You can not do me, I'm a certified gangsta
And I'm sponsored by Louis and Ralph
And I'm on they tanner
Make them pull them bands out
Make her only stand out, man
What the plan now keys in my hand
Thirty bricks up in the van now
Fuck you saying now, me and TIP gon' cash out

And we got what these niggas ain't got
We got money
(But you know you don't want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain't got
We got power
(Fuck you, niggaa, you don't want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain't got
We got respect (Hey shorty
You know you don't want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain't got, aye

Still do it, like I'm still broke
Still do it like I'm still
In center hill rollin' bankhead, Zone one
And I know it
Ship it in here like a fake cake
He's making me a head-case, I think he Fed
Bae you sayin' he your homeboy
I say he dead weight no doubt about it
Man I bought a new Bentley just so
I can be proud about it
Knew it from the beginning that beginning
Handle my business
Get all your money and do your
Time if you get it
Play your position and play dumb as a witness
Stay reminiscing bout Cap, Philant & Trenches
Jab it and double Tramel and Bankroll
RIP, O-G-D free meek, free Roscoe too
Long Live King Troop
Multi millionaires still robbin
Make you Feel it in the
Air Tonight like Phil Collins
Here it coming, pull on you with your side
Bitch like we got problems
Pistol better not be where you're riding
You drove all the way and put
It on a side bitch you mean a doe hoe in the
Red Bentley truck for Saturday, yeah

And we got what these niggas ain't got
We got money
(But you know you don't want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain't got
We got power
(Fuck you, niggaa, you don't want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain't got
We got respect (Hey shorty
You know you don't want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain't got, see

Full money and power
Niggas gonna respect you regardless
Fell sleep last night when I
Was alone in the car
Whole army of shooters and
Wassi's the sergeant too hot
You've gotta blow it like a sacred cartridge
Hey, I'm a giant, y'all real small
I cut my hands off before I fear y'all
You suckers ain't trillville
My chrome still will get to
Singin' like Johnny Gil
Nigga, get it how you live it
In the street for real
Not the industry, that's the difference
P gang no sure for hanging, I bet you did
Demanding my respect, niggas dropping
They gon' get it i don't just rap about it
My city'll tell you that I live it

And we got what these niggas ain't got
We got money
(But you know you don't want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain't got
We got power
(Fuck you, nigga, you don't want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain't got
We got respect (Hey shorty
You know you don't want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain't got, aye
(But you know you don't want no smoke)
(Shorty, you know you don't want no smoke)
(Hey shorty
You know you don't want no smoke)

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Writer(s): CLIFFORD HARRIS, D'JUAN HART, DOMINIQUE MITCHELL, JAUCQUEZ LOWE, KEDRAL LONG