All this drip, all this money, all these jewels on my niggas, got these bitches like, "ooh"
Watch what you say when we kick it, 'cause the shooter lookin' at you like food
You been on the 'Gram or Twitter, on some bitch shit, talkin' 'bout your mood (ah)
But we don't give a fuck, my nigga, comin' through fuck boys better move

You lookin' at a winner (look at me), probably go to hell got a black Jessica Biel
You lookin' at a sinner
Kiss'll get the bank, Louchie get the women, and I'm lightin' up the dank
While I'm lookin' for the link
Is he talkin' about white, or a LLC or LP?
Ignorant nigga, yeah, it's nothin' to tell me (nothin' to tell me)
Lookin' classy, rockin' Bally's while pushin' the Shelby (ooh)
Got the jackboy elegance, masses LV (ah)

You know when I get on a song, I enhance it (uh)
Monopoly with real money, I'ma chance it (yeah)
Might lease the Lambo truck or finance it
Scared to death your whole life, you die frantic (scared)
Plus I'm way smarted than niggas, that's my advantage (yeah)
Hudson in the crack spot, was my Atlantis
Young boys takin' them penitentiary chances
We was gon' make it, no matter what the advance is (ayy, yo, ayy)

He don't want it (he don't want it), and she don't want it (she don't want it)
I was thinkin' 'bout them days when I was drinkin' and blunted (ooh)
Runnin' 'round with fake niggas, I'ma keep it a hunnid
I told that bitch she could drown on
If I ever go broke, I got two niggas to count on
Put the L-O-X sound on (ah), that silk and that gown on
I'm as old as Calgon
The guns'll pop off
Kidnap, long as you got that money to drop off
I'm good, D-BLOCK

All this drip, all this money, all these jewels on my niggas, got these bitches like, "ooh"
Watch what you say when we kick it, 'cause the shooter lookin' at you like food
You been on the 'Gram or Twitter, on some bitch shit, talkin' 'bout your mood (ah)
But we don't give a fuck, my nigga, comin' though fuck boys better move

Shout out my niggas that own the spot (what up?)
I could make niggas do dumb shit like Mona Scott
Need NARCO money, Pablo and Gilberto
Quarter pound of purp, with my nigga I get you shot (facts)
Speak on the top five, three of us in the slot (LOX)
Name the other two and I bet you I get them popped (bet you)
Tell Louchie, Kiss to spill 'em, I bet you I get them mopped (bet you)
Pass me the blade and bet you I get them chopped

It's like this yo
You know the Style, Sheek and Kiss flow (L-O-X)
Is unparalleled, to anythin' on mick show
Sorta like hardcore rap mixed with disco (woo)
Strains from LA and San Francisco
I'ma smoke most of it, maybe I let a zip go (maybe)
'Round a bunch young wild niggas that let the clips go (grrt)
You can guarantee that the shooters a never miss though
It's either the Cheba Goheba's of Monte Cristo

Too much crime, too much time on your hands to explain
Too many Menace To Society niggas thinkin' they Kane
Too many new generation rappers thinkin' they Wayne
Like you came up with your own style, that shit is insane
But oh no, oh no, I'm like, oh, he didn't
Grams on the block when Nas made it was written
Kumbaya, that's Musafa the other black president
Don Don, Barack Allah (D-BLOCK)

All this drip, all this money, all these jewels on my niggas, got these bitches like, "ooh"
Watch what you say when we kick it, 'cause the shooter lookin' at you like food
You been on the 'Gram or Twitter, on some bitch shit, talkin' 'bout your mood (ah)
But we don't give a fuck, my nigga, comin' though fuck boys better move

Copyright: CTM Publishing
Writer(s): David Styles, Jason Phillips, Scott Storch, Sean Jacobs, Vincent Ende Van Den