Music Video
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Timothy A Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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
Writer(s): Timothy Smith
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