Sosa 808 made it
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, okay, okay
It ain't 'bout money, it ain't no discussion
Got the pocket rocket, no time for tussling
All this money got these bitches in love with me
Wanna fuck me, baby, but ain't no cuddling
Pillow talking choppa chop ya' like bucket shit
Let it burn, let it burn, yeah, that Usher shit
Ballin' hard, nigga, it ain't no sucker shit
Money talk, your's funny, Chris Tucker shit
Niggas hate me, but these bitches be loving it
Talking 'bout you ballin', boy, you be fumbling
Pull up thirty deep, yeah, royal rumbling
Sexy tag on the back, had to nut on it
Lumberjack from the back when I'm cuttin' it
Got these big ass choppas we like some Russians
Cookie Backwood, I'm pouring up 'Tussin
Got my MC Hammer, you can not touch me (Uh, uh)
Huh, you cannot touch me
Ain't no talking, ain't no discussion
Brrt, bap, bap
They do what I say, yeah, they call me Glock 'Bama
Like second plate, boy, you better not run up
I'm getting cake and ain't talkin' 'bout funnel
I get more head than some goddamn bundles
Finesse him quick, he a duck, call him Donald
Don't trust a soul, got that from my mama
Don't trust a soul, put that on my mama
Hell, nah (Uh, uh)
Fuck these niggas hatin', I'ma get this paper
I ain't savin' bitches, I be savin' paper
I cock, then shoot like McGrady
All my niggas G's, I ain't talkin Mason
I just left from Portland ballin' like a Blazer
My niggas pocket watching, know they'll take it
Bullets comin' hot just like the queso
Pull up foreigns and you know we had to race 'em
Straight out it
Straight droppin', no flip
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm a big dog, baby, you call me Clifford
Got a FN squeezing like lemons
Watch the niggas 'cause they turning like Timmy
I'm on this paper route, you know the business
I'm the goat, niggas don't call me Billy
I'm 'bout to buy it, nigga, it ain't no lending
Young rich nigga act like some gremlins
Got your bitch open wide like the dentist
Since a youngin', bitch, I been 'bout the loot
She ain't let me fuck, she blew me like soup
Tropicana call and I got the juice
I can hotbox in a coupe with no roof
Big Backwoods blow like a flute
Glock hard when I cock and I shoot
Keep the rocket, let it pop like balloons
Your rent's due, nigga, it's time to move (Outdoor)
Out the mud, now I pouring in public
Sipping mud, blowing bud with my buddies
Flipping hoes with my boys like the Dudleys
Skinny nigga, but my pockets is chubby
Ain't 'bout the money, it ain't no discussion
Ain't talkin' money, ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
Don't give me somethin', I want all or nothin'
Don't give me somethin', I want all or nothin'
