Video Musik

Video Musik

Dari

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Z-Ro
Z-Ro
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Synesthetic Nation
Synesthetic Nation
Producer

Lirik

[Verse 1]
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 the banana clip in
Yeah, like Derrick Lewis I'm a beast
Like Derrick Tae Kwon Crow, 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 over beef
[Verse 2]
Fuck Z-Ro that hoe ass **** ain't shit
That's a rental Bentley, that hoe ass **** 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
[Verse 3]
Y'all can keep on talkin', I'll keep stackin'
All I hear is my money, yeah
My money, my money
Pistol in my britches for you bitches
Y'all ain't taking shit from me
'Bout my money, 'bout my money
[Verse 4]
Certain people at the record label tried to block my shine
But I am the sun
Thirteen years later and 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
[Verse 5]
They always got that bitter beer face
They ain't drinkin' what I'm drinkin'
That's that bitter beer taste
They can be 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
[Verse 6]
Uh, yeah, 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' on gas, I get 15 or more or so
I don't even need to see that much
'Cause I come from a place where I didn't get to eat that much
[Verse 7]
Y'all can keep on talkin', I'll keep stackin'
All I hear is my money, yeah
My money, my money
Pistol in my britches for you bitches
Ya'll ain't taking shit
It's my money
'Bout my money, 'bout my money
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