Gang

Road to riches
My money tall
Like Tyson chandler
Whip and the keys
Got more blocks than Dwight Howard
Got my momma a crib
And my brother a whip
While I'm making it rain
You niggas in a drought
Why you talk about paper
And you niggas sound so broke
I ride around that new whip
My chain is on froze
They talk about they talk about
That money they don't get
While i ride around my shoes off
Louie v on that carpet floor

Lyrical kicking this shit karate
I'm a g like the belt buckle of young tae
Lyrical moving this shit call him g baby
Real pimpish and shit
Like my nigga fresh prince
Stacking plenty of chips
Like cousin Vegas
Young spitta killing shit
Like he fucking aiming it
Apg the team
We what's happening
We all family so it ain't no crabbing it
We can get the money real quick
Niggas outside apg
Don't trip
Because the heat from the barrel
Burn a scab on your lip
Yeah shit get real real quick
Every nigga in my crew
Got a swag so sick

Yeah i want it all
Like Shaq and Kobe
Yeah bitch i ball hard
Like Shaq and Kobe
Shawty bad I'm about to flip her ass
I hope she know aerobics
Yeah because I'm on it
This rap game got my nigga pissed
Like a tall toilet take a shit on it
Put something frozen on my wrist
Cop something new just to stunt
Because the heavy money I get
Young spitta got a stupid ass flow
Call me homer smoke it by the zip
And stack it by the fifth
But I'm still sober
Guess the police still patrolling it
Seeing if were moving any packages
Were moving more bags
Than a garbage man
More weight than a fat man
And this shit I don't understand
Why they hating on me
Because we all can break bread
And I swear I wouldn't be surprised
If you didn't know who I am
I wouldn't be surprised
If your girl wasn't my biggest fan
Yeah I'm balling
That's all that need to be said
And yeah young spitta
Don't forget that I'm on

I'm from a small city
Pilot gang we do it big
Lifes a game of spades
Play your cards
Hope you don't renege
Niggas talking money
Like constipation
They full of shit
Strong got me in the matrix
On that dodge a bullet shit
Stunting for the fuck of it
Love money never cuff a bitch
I teach my son go get that money
Don't you ever trust a bitch
I pick my hustle
Now watch that money come
Like I'm fucking it
Friends stole from me
Watch them niggas
That you be fucking with
Love I be ducking it
Whores I never chase them
Real shit my pockets on big banks
Like chase and them
G money and fresh prince
Smoke big blunts we face them
Throwing them faces
Give me a couple days
And ill replace them

You know me it's Nino
And I'll be the one Motherfucker
El uno diss you on a track
It'll be a hit single
More juice than a motherfucking pickle
If a bitch call me thirsty
Then she dryer than a pringle
Been fly for so long
That my wings got wrinkles
Swagger jack me
Nigga you gone need a pistol
I'm looking for some work
V call that nigga Rico
Just trying to get higher
Then light years
Yeah I'm eating
Looking like i drank thirty beers
More clips than cheers
Word to my peers
I've been fly than a bitch
I could shit on reindeers



Credits
Writer(s): George Carter, Emanuel Norman
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