歌词
Like a bullet from a dirty 9
Hold it down
Jersey get the money like an only child
Make it flip for me
Cant get these jewels up at Tiffany’s
A little cash aint sh*t to me
A little flash on the Christmas tree
Spin the block twice cause if they catch me slippin then its clipped me
Sing this symphony
Gotta go if you gotta go - rap gifts cause its meant to be
Burning trees in the back of the V
Capital G
Make a swipe then it happen for free
Please don’t make it so complex
Droppin off d*ck in your b*tch like a bomb threat how I ain’t signed yet??
Shady deals they hoping to pay me still
Not enough cash for this cow to make a meal
Please move (moo) fast, jumpin over hurdles, grass ain’t greener on purpose
Stash a little meaner on Thursday’s
Take a little Nina to the workplace
Need a little Anita in the first place
My pops taught me never fall in love, momma woke me up with good morning hugs
Just the way the story go, just the way the story go
First seen a man cry on the Maury show
Verse 2 (Los Kemet):
Mane, I never seen a man cry til I peeped his mans died
Then came the white sheets hope you was not baptized
Low and behold
**** lackin on them poles
Either way, everyday ima lock & fuckin load
Click, clack, pow!
Bleed em If given good reason
I dont pay for nan my **** solid as the cement & thats on gang
Flamed up I stay
Fuck where they from
Where the fuck they pay
Ima take it all
Blowin up the safe & all
Dead presidents they bound to fall but we gone stack em tall
Gold nugget grills, good meals as we reminisce
Even with a mil ima still move & keep a blick, bitch
Just the way the story go, never seen a man cry til the blood flow
Written by: Anthony Scott, LOS DTJ