Letras

Seem like I run into my haters everywhere I go And they got something to say Long as they don't run up in my face I ain't trippin' I know they mad at me just 'cause of how often I make my dough And that is everyday So I be rollin' with my AK and a banana clip in Yeah, like Derrick Lewis I'm a beast Like Larry "Tae Kwon" Crowe I use my feet I'll allow you because I lay down the law in these streets No baking soda needed, I am the raw beef "Fuck Z-Ro, that hoe ass nigga ain't shit That's a rental Bentley, that hoe ass nigga ain't rich I got a bottle of Macallan 40, I'm 'bout to pop it Don't trade the Bentley coupe for the Continental just cop it" Y'all can keep on talkin', I'll keep stackin' All I hear is my money Yeah My money (my money) This pistol in my britches for you bitches Ya'll ain't takin' shit from me 'Bout my money ('bout my money) Certain people at the record label tried to block my shine But I am the sun 13 years later I;m not done That's why they trippin' They'd rather see me homeless, beggin' for nickels and dimes But I ain't the one This big ass house ain't in the slums I'm out here gettin' it They always got that bitter beer face They ain't drankin' what I'm drankin', that's that bitter beer taste They mad, but they can kiss my ass I shed blood, sweat and tears for this And this wasn't overnight either, I waited years for this Amen, I'm thankin' God on my knees and my hands You know I'd rather keep it holy though Fuck over me, you're on your way to meet the Holy Ghost Stop actin' like you know me, you don't really know me hoe You just know I got that killer kush and want to puff some more And then when I say no you say, "Z-Ro a hoe!" I ain't trippin' 'long as I get 15 or more or so I don't even need to see that much 'Cause I come from a place where I ain't get to eat that much Most of the time Y'all can keep on talkin', I'll keep stackin' All I hear is my money Yeah My money (my money) This pistol in my britches for you bitches Ya'll ain't takin' shit from me (yeah) 'Bout my money ('bout my money)
Writer(s): J. Mark Mcvey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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