Lyrics

My nig-my nigga Menace on the beat, ayy, ayy, ayy Ron-Ron, yeah, hey, hey, hey Gang, gang, gang, gang Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ron-Ron do that shit Secret service guns, presidential on my wrist 20 escalades like Obama in this bitch Private residential, got a million dollar crib It's money over everything, nigga, fuck a bitch Secret service guns, presidential on my wrist 20 escalades like Obama in this bitch Private residential, got a million dollar crib It's money over everything, nigga, fuck a bitch It's money over bitches, but you knew that? I done jaked the hunnid bands, and I blew that Told your bitch, "I want some pussy", and she do that 20 bands 'n kick it in the section, it's a coupé I want it all blue chips, like some cool ranch I throw my money in the air, do a cool dance Evisu hanging off my ass, these some cool pants Off the percs, I meditate like a Buddhist I got a older bi', she say I'm the cutest Nigga switch like a bitch, like they Judas Still rock True Religion, I'm the truest I wish my lawyer happy Hanukkah, he Jewish Secret service guns, presidential on my wrist 20 escalades like Obama in this bitch Private residential, got a million dollar crib It's money over everything, nigga, fuck a bitch Secret service guns, presidential on my wrist 20 escalades like Obama in this bitch Private residential, got a million dollar crib It's money over everything, nigga, fuck a bitch Lil' nigga, that's a trap phone I'm like a dyke in this club with the strap on I can spit it at your bitch, get my mac on Karate kid, I talk a brick, nigga wax on Chopstick, not the type you eat the food with I got dick for you and every bitch you cool with Bitches act so Ashanti, foolish So I fuck 'em one time, then I'm through with 'em Nigga fuck one time, I ain't cool with 'em My nigga don't do construction keep a tool with 'em He goin' stupid ay, I'ma act a fool with 'em Before we set a nigga up, we act cool with 'em Secret service guns, presidential on my wrist 20 escalades like Obama in this bitch Private residential, got a million dollar crib It's money over everything, nigga, fuck a bitch Secret service guns, presidential on my wrist 20 escalades like Obama in this bitch Private residential, got a million dollar crib It's money over everything, nigga, fuck a bitch Third verse, now I don't usually do this I got a question baby, would you let the crew hit? You like married to your nigga try some new dick Sell heroin to a junkie tell 'em shoot it We at the club for the bitches, start recruiting That nigga bunt me, we goin' get to shootin' We at the club for the bitches, start recruiting That nigga come at me wrong, we get to shootin' Presidential Rolex nigga, secret service I see 12 in the field, I get nervous I'm in the hills right now, I got no service I was selling coke, but I knew I had a purpose Secret service guns, presidential on my wrist 20 escalades like Obama in this bitch Private residential, got a million dollar crib It's money over everything, nigga, fuck a bitch Secret service guns, presidential on my wrist 20 escalades like Obama in this bitch Private residential, got a million dollar crib It's money over everything, nigga, fuck a bitch
Writer(s): Laron Antwan Robinson, Alejandro Carranza, Ivin Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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