Loose Change (Remix)
(专辑: The Remixes 4 - 2020)
(Run that money counter, baby) (Pour that shit up, Trvpyyy) [42 Dugg:] Water on my neck, yeah, two chains And I
keep fifty on me like loose change All my niggas into robbing, Bruce Wayne Won't never catch me acting In the
hood, I'm too active Won't never catch me acting, ayy I'm spending, should be stacking None of my cars tinted, get at me My bitches be spoiled, you ain't making noise The
'Cat or a
'Hawk, yeah, I
keep me a
toy My niggas be Neuer, don't speak out or loiter You can't come between us, my niggas too loyal She love me to death, still I
treat her like shit I'm fucking her best friend, I'm fucking her sis My nigga getting head, I
told him to switch I'm getting this money, I'm getting this bag My nigga ever need me, I'll give him my last I
did it myself, yeah, all by my own Too many around to be feeling alone Ayy, I'm fucking her good Ayy, I'm fucking her good, I'm fucking her good My house in the
'burbs, still I
come from the
hood I
wish a
nigga would play with me I
still got the
pints and got the
weed Water on my neck, yeah, two chains And I
keep fifty on me like loose change All my niggas into robbing, Bruce Wayne Won't never catch me acting In the
hood, I'm too active Won't never catch me acting, ayy I'm spending, should be stacking None of my cars tinted, get at me [Philthy Rich:] She told me she love me, I
told her I
hate her I
told her I
love her, she told me she hate me Her ex-nigga broke and that nigga a
hater He flex on the
'Gram, but that nigga a
faker I
get my dick sucked while I'm counting this paper That nigga went broke and he fucked up his paper I
fuck on her now and you fuck on her later She call me back over to fuck on me later I
sit on the
field while I'm watching the
Raiders An East Oakland nigga, but moved to Las Vegas He used to be solid, but turned to a
traitor The
only black nigga on my block, ain't no neighbors An eighty-five inch, but you don't see no cables I
come from the
hood where we used to steal cable Designer my jeans, but you don't see no label I'm still in the
streets, I
ain't signed to no label [42 Dugg:] Water on my neck, yeah, two chains And I
keep fifty on me like loose change All my niggas into robbing, Bruce Wayne Won't never catch me acting In the
hood, I'm too active Won't never catch me acting, ayy I'm spending, should be stacking None of my cars tinted, get at me [Money Man:] I
keep the
flame and these niggas be scheming Had to cut niggas off 'cause them niggas be leeching My bad bitch from Oakland, she nasty, she freaky But she too attached and she act like she need me I'm burning on Cookie, this shit tasting creamy Watch who you hang around, these niggas sneaky Can't trust a
soul, so I
feel like a
loner Whipping this 'Vette and this shit not a
loaner He tried to play me, now he in a
coma He tried to rob the
spot, now he a
goner Bad bitch from Richmond in love with my spirit This shit so loud and I
know that you hear it Save up them racks, I
did that for my children They show respect when I
walk in the
building She told me put it in, she tryna feel it My fragrance Gucci, yeah, I'm talking Guilty Just caught a
play at a
room in the
Hilton Found me a
glitch in the
system, I
milked it I
got a
white bitch with me, her name Mildred She got the
swipes and we made us a
killing Half a
billion streams and a
nigga still dealing Made four million from the
music independent Burning on Biscotti, I
be burning like a
chimney I
just served a
nigga ten bags off a
blimp (Run that money counter, baby) (Pour that shit up, Trvpyyy)