FO SHO
Stack money till I can't stack money
Drip rip on your bitch aint a damn thing funny
Groupie hoes around us cause we all get cash
Tell her bring a friend or two my brother got the gas
Guaranteed to lock it down like the 1st of the month
Sho enough
Stroll around the hood
Show me love
Nckthvln mofucka better pay respects
I mobb deep with the set steady catching wreck
I cause havoc
All the greenery I gots have it
1 time for the worm
2 times for the magic
Brother just stop it
Everything that coming out your mouth straight garbage
We got dough
Just lay low
We don't show
Out for more
Warn-a-brother (warner brother) mvp 210
bangers for the streets all the way to the pen
Everything you need to make a honey shake them things
Mofuckas better recognize the pin
It's the 1-6 2 representer
Coming from the southside bangers hit the center
And you can bounce to this
Name another silly rapper i'll castrate you bitch
Rich before the music shits but you don't take the hints
I gotta a million schemes and counting just to take your bitch
Adjust my wrist 'fore i pimp smack your kids
Bow down to the man cause you might get hit
Villy
We got dough
Just lay low
We don't show
Out for more
Drip rip on your bitch aint a damn thing funny
Groupie hoes around us cause we all get cash
Tell her bring a friend or two my brother got the gas
Guaranteed to lock it down like the 1st of the month
Sho enough
Stroll around the hood
Show me love
Nckthvln mofucka better pay respects
I mobb deep with the set steady catching wreck
I cause havoc
All the greenery I gots have it
1 time for the worm
2 times for the magic
Brother just stop it
Everything that coming out your mouth straight garbage
We got dough
Just lay low
We don't show
Out for more
Warn-a-brother (warner brother) mvp 210
bangers for the streets all the way to the pen
Everything you need to make a honey shake them things
Mofuckas better recognize the pin
It's the 1-6 2 representer
Coming from the southside bangers hit the center
And you can bounce to this
Name another silly rapper i'll castrate you bitch
Rich before the music shits but you don't take the hints
I gotta a million schemes and counting just to take your bitch
Adjust my wrist 'fore i pimp smack your kids
Bow down to the man cause you might get hit
Villy
We got dough
Just lay low
We don't show
Out for more
Credits
Writer(s): Ermis Geragidis
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.