Z Money
(专辑: Deadication II: Lost Files - 2020)
Yeah 1017 On fire, check the
scoreboard I
just walked up in the
trap with my chessboard Just spent a
hunned on the
car, this ain't no damn Ford Might catch me whipping up straight drop, I
got the
damn board I
ain't gotta hit no licks, that's what my partners for Treat the
streets extra light, just a
lot of guns, boy Put fifty in the
toy, old school make a
lot of noise My wrist so icy, boy, coming home, I
took your hoe Just got some brand new blow, I
walk in like original I
got options, Scoob went and brought me a
lot of Fendi clothes I
threw sixes on the
Bentley, got expensive toes Hit the
dope with Fentanyl, the
junkies at your door Hit my phone, my partner told me it was a
go And she got a
lil' coke on her nip' and on her nose You ain't drop that 2016, that shit is getting old And I
pull up in a
high-speed, that's Aventador Partner jugg it out, he said he wanted ten of the
ho And you know these bitches on my skin, yeah, like some lotion And we call 'em bitches but you know we talking bout the
loads And he asked me, "Was I
high?", shit, yeah, I'm smoking dope Yeah, I
don't know folks, stick right to the
code If you know me then you know I'ma let it blow Told that boy, "Send your ho over like this was red rover" And I
pull up in the
Range Rover with the
cream cola Mister Cut the
Stove on Once It Out the
Store Amiri my clothes, got it for the
low like Shawty Lo Popping out the
door with some fire, somebody on the
floor Bagging up the
blow, I'm hiring, you can't wash no clothes I
don't even want you 'round me if you fucking told Feds watching our porch, Fendi jacket, I
spent racks on clothes Remix in my hat because I'm stacking, far from kicking doors Fourteen karat gold, diamonds in it, I
just stole the
show I
said, "I think there's a
killer on the
loose, somebody close the
door" Balenciagas, they cost twelve hunned, I
need twelve more Damn, that's your hoe? Well, I
should let you know that she's a
go She gon' fuck around and get slammed like a
Jericho Damn, twelve kicked the
door, niggas sleep, drugs exposed Damn, ain't nobody move, if you do, please move slow Damn, everybody just went down, and yeah, man, somebody told Now everybody out on bail, like sharpie it got them wrote Yeah, yeah, M-O-B still the
M-O-T-T-O Yeah, yeah, hoes on me everywhere I
fucking go And you know I
flood the
scene Diamonds on my whole regime Yeah, yeah, and I
gotta strike 'em, I
can't spare a
thing (Dig)