Blac Money (feat. Blac Youngsta)

(DrumGod)

Boy, boy, you better bag it

Runnin' 'round town, you ain't livin' what you rappin'

I don't do stick-shift, semi-automatic

Pull down, broad-day, shoot 'em in the attic

Fuckin' on his baby momma, 'cause that **** ratted

He don't like when his little kids call me "Daddy"

Pounds of that Kush, got it hid in the attic

Big Draco, got it sittin' on the cabinet

Bust down Rollie, but I still got a Patek

Couldn't afford a bed, so I slept on a padded

Heard what he said, when I see him, I'ma slap him

I ain't give a statement, boy, I slid in the Caddy

She know I ain't shit, but she still wanna marry

Spit on that dick before I stick in her catty

I'm at Ruth's Chris throw chicken in the salad

Real street ****, I can feel when there's static

Got a lotta status, Capo, I can make it happen

Joes in the hood, they like "How you make it rappin'?"

I just bought some choppers, gettin' ready for the static

Bad bitch with me, but today she lookin' ratchet

She just popped a Xanny, take advantage, make her vanish

She like "Boy, you nasty", yeah, I'm nasty, y'all mannish

I just read her text, "Where you at? No panties"

The roof panoramic, skrrt skrrt, I just vanished

Water runnin', time is money, I'ma talk

I'm on a porch in his hood gettin' chop now

All you do is get the head and watch the body drop

FN, extend, knock him out his socks

I took his bitch, gave her back, guess he mad about that

(I don't know but, guess what)

Since he wanna be me, I'ma tell her say my name next time they havin' sex

He curve her

I can't see no ****, I'm up in the air

(I'm up in the air, word)

It ain't fair

You can't find none the shit this **** wear

I'm too rare, forever heartless, too rich to care

(I don't really give a fuck)

I'm the voice, so they listen, got 'em pullin' up a chair

My dick that hoe was kissin' while I'm pullin' on her hair

Boy, boy, you better bag it

Word around town, you ain't livin' what you rappin'

I don't do stick-shift, semi-automatic

Pull down, broad-day, shoot 'em in the attic

Fuckin' on his baby momma, 'cause that **** ratted

He don't like when his little kids call me "Daddy"

Pounds of that Kush, got it hid in the attic

Big Draco, got it sittin' on the cabinet

Bust down Rollie, but I still got a Patek

Couldn't afford a bed, so I slept on a padded

Heard what he said, when I see him, I'ma slap him

I ain't give a statement, boy, I slid in the Caddy

She know I ain't shit, but she still wanna marry

Spit on that dick before I stick in her catty

I'm at Ruth's Chris throw chicken in the salad

Real street ****, I can feel when there's static

Ice on my neck cold like a 'frigerator

Heavy kinda steel, run 'em like a generator

I don't fuck with your boyfriend, he been a hater

Only time my **** talk is at dinner tables

I'm in the projects, right where they steal the cable

It took a process for me to get some paper

I caught a body, you owe me a favor

My lawyer squashed that, and then we celebrated

You know I'm a boss now, you know you lost now

You wanna book a show, you know what it costs now

You wanna wire it to me, I'm in the boat now

I'm with my ex-bitch, who you gon' cross now?

I got **** in the penitentiary, they locked down

Young **** lookin' up to me I'm Pac now

Back then I was low on guns, I'm stocked now

Lately hours sellin' dope, I'm finna stop now

Boy, boy, you better bag it

Word around town, you ain't livin' what you rappin'

I don't do stick-shift, semi-automatic

Pull down, broad-day, shoot 'em in the attic

Fuckin' on his baby momma, 'cause that **** ratted

He don't like when his little kids call me "Daddy"

Pounds of that Kush, got it hid in the attic

Big Draco, got it sittin' on the cabinet

Bust down Rollie, but I still got a Patek

Couldn't afford a bed, so I slept on a padded

Heard what he said, when I see him, I'ma slap him

I ain't give a statement, boy, I slid in the Caddy

She know I ain't shit, but she still wanna marry

Spit on that dick before I stick in her catty

I'm at Ruth's Chris throw chicken in the salad

Real street ****, I can feel when there's static (Hey, gang gang)