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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Timothy A Smith
Timothy A Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sam Pappagallo
Sam Pappagallo
Engineer

Lyrics

All of my niggas we runnin we gunning We runnin we mobbing we can't stop for nothing These 25 50s 55 one hunnids Getting so much money we can't go in public Like yuh All of my niggas we runnin we gunning We running we mobbing we can't stop for nothing These 25 50s 55 one hunnids Getting so much money we can't go in public Like yuh Damn how much money you think he'd offer Shit I don't know I bet it's proper Money talks Well if they talking I'm in that conversation Crazy cash The way it's been talking I swear it's commentating Little guys The way that they gossip I swear they compensating Settle down This didn't come easy I had to practice patience They mad The way I'm cocky I know its irritating They can't bring they ho around I'll fill em like some insulation No game plan to this money there was no demonstration Me and the homies came from nothing it was devastating Now we running shit get chopped up with no hesitation Came in the game real thorough we call that penetration All these niggas hating they be waiting for someone to say shit But my niggas patient, they stay silent till we liberating Yeah my niggas cocky cause they shooting with no limitations And all the gang stayed loyal they thought we couldn't make it I'm moving lowkey like the cartel Checking niggas off like waiters with a cocktail Water lookin merky building up my clientele Test my soldiers we gon send you home without fail All my soldiers post bail If Tryna snitch we sending fingers through the mail Gotta keep it lowkey cant you tell All my niggas rotten yeah they goin straight to hell Gotta switch the flow One buzz two buzz Hunnid thousand on the line Gotta pick up or decline This type of life you cant decide Pray to God the homies ride til' they die And if they fade out it's homicide I be passing jobs, doing favors, counting papers All these haters mad late I guess they couldnt hop the cradle They be babies out here snitching out here switching out here bitching And if they interrupt the job then we feed em to the fishes Bring it back in I had to beat her back in I copped the money machine the way it's stacking All these niggas stay lazy I know they slacking I been making big money moves across the back end Lil baby said she had to put her tracks in That bitch took too long I sent her packing oh I turn these women into profit Niggas always asking me how they need to stop it Yo bitch asked for the plug I told her Hopsin I play these bitches like games but first I bop it (Owww) Don't put my face in no pictures they need to crop it Niggas always acting so tough but they be flopping All these niggas running around thinking they poppin' But if they get too close to the job we'll put some shots in 'em All of my niggas we runnin we gunning We runnin we mobbing we can't stop for nothing These 25 50s 55 one hunnids Getting so much money we can't go in public Like yo All of my niggas we runnin we gunning We runnin we mobbing we can't stop for nothing These 25 50s 55 one hunnids Getting so much money we can't go in public Like yah
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