Diamonds pressed against the wood
I got mother fucking money like I fucking should
A lot of niggas hating on me, earrings like Suge...Knight
Diamond, bright, shining, light
It’s a motherfucking sunny day
And this rap shit paying me
And my pockets on full like I’m selling D
Remember days I reflected on selling P's
Remember days nigga calling I'm collecting ki's
Remember days niggas calling I'm collecting fees
Sucka ass nigga hating motherfuck ya
I got this motherfucker on me, I'll bust ya
You rap niggas playin friendly I don’t trust ya
You rap niggas playin friendly I don’t trust ya
Sneak dissin nigga talk behind my back it come right back to me
And nigga you a pussy nigga you was scared to pull it
And I got this 45 on me for any nigga bullet
I got this 40 cal on me try me I'll pop ya
Down in Houston at the Galleria big shoppin
454 I could frame ya I'm big blockin
A young nigga hall of fame like I’m John Stockton
I'm throwin this shit from long range I get these hoes droppin
I'm throwin this shit from long range I got these hoes poppin
I pull up wit a whole thang meet me at the partments
They say the feds watchin hell nah these niggas tellin
Ain't no tellin what a nigga tellin what you sellin
Who could you trust in these streets? Not a fuckin soul
And what goes on behind closed doors you'll never know
[Outro:]
See this shit forreal man
Like every motherfuckin day this shit get thick forreal my nigga
You don’t know how the fuck this shit be feelin man
Yo mf...yo mf patna nigga, foldin on you nigga
Shit forreal nigga
Who the fuck could you trust nigga
You gettin this mf money nigga
Who is there to trust nigga?
These money hungry bitches? Fuck nah
You gon mf get it or you gon starve nigga
I’m goin to get it nigga
I ain't got time to mf play and lay nigga
One hunnit nigga
[Verse;] Diamonds pressed against the wood I got mother fucking money like I fucking should A lot of niggas hating on me, earrings like Suge...Knight Diamond, bright, shining, light It’s a motherfucking sunny day And this rap shit paying me And my pockets on full like I’m selling D Remember days I reflected on selling P's Remember days nigga calling I'm collecting ki's Remember days niggas calling I'm collecting fees Sucka ass nigga hating motherfuck ya I got this motherfucker on me, I'll bust ya You rap niggas playin friendly I don’t trust ya You rap niggas playin friendly I don’t trust ya Sneak dissin nigga talk behind my back it come right back to me And nigga you a pussy nigga you was scared to pull it And I got this 45 on me for any nigga bullet I got this 40 cal on me try me I'll pop ya Down in Houston at the Galleria big shoppin 454 I could frame ya I'm big blockin A young nigga hall of fame like I’m John Stockton I'm throwin this shit from long range I get these hoes droppin I'm throwin this shit from long range I got these hoes poppin I pull up wit a whole thang meet me at the partments They say the feds watchin hell nah these niggas tellin Ain't no tellin what a nigga tellin what you sellin Who could you trust in these streets? Not a fuckin soul And what goes on behind closed doors you'll never know [Outro:] See this shit forreal man Like every motherfuckin day this shit get thick forreal my nigga You don’t know how the fuck this shit be feelin man Yo mf...yo mf patna nigga, foldin on you nigga Shit forreal nigga Who the fuck could you trust nigga You gettin this mf money nigga Who is there to trust nigga? These money hungry bitches? Fuck nah You gon mf get it or you gon starve nigga I’m goin to get it nigga I ain't got time to mf play and lay nigga One hunnit nigga Explain Request ×
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