Put Some $ On It
Fye gang, BDL
Street Music For The Block
Yeah
Trap music, Jack music
Faaah Faah
She shaking ass, put a lil money it
Oh he gangsta put a lil money on him
Oh he mad cause I get a lil money homie
Well I aint stuntin, imma keep gettin money homie
She shaking ass, put a lil money it
Oh he gangsta put a lil money on him
Oh he mad cause I get a lil money homie
Well I aint stuntin, imma keep gettin money homie
What the lick read, point the bag out
Who lil baby over there wit her ass out
I get to grabbin on the booty like I'm Cash Out
She let me smack her on the booty cause my cash out
Why these niggas mad what they hatin fo
A couple racks on his head ill make him taste the floor
Dead Rose the one who made god break the mold
I love my cheese blue, like its made from mold
Im another nigga whole different breed
Put a hole in a nigga if he fuckin sneeze
See these goons im wit, a whole bunch of gz
Gat bussas, trap juggas all duckin ds
You ain't my fuckin dawg, yall some fucking fleas
Madd cause ya girl on my n u t z
Bdl we the hottest hittaz on the seen
Street Music For The Block ya na na na mean
She shaking ass, put a lil money it
Oh he gangsta put a lil money on him
Oh he mad cause I get a lil money homie
Well I aint stuntin, imma keep gettin money homie
She shaking ass, put a lil money it
Oh he gangsta put a lil money on him
Oh he mad cause I get a lil money homie
Well I aint stuntin, imma keep gettin money homie
Grip the handle imma need the tape
Blow ya candle imma need the cake
Super trappn I dont need a cape
But look if im throwin somethin lemme see it shake
Shake, twerk somethin I need somethin goin wild
Got the whole gang wit me rite now its goin down
If you still aint doing nothing wit ya self then move from round
Get a drink an sit yo bummin ass down
We run the town
Who want the smoke, fire something
Tryna smoke, gettin lit
I be hit looking to legit to quit, Hammer drip
White fish city no Montana trip
Smoking gas got me zoned just like how Atlanta is always been a stand up kid
Yea I need them blue strips or the green
For the block, for the block
Whole city on a money scheme
Around the clock, around the clock
Hold me down
She shaking ass, put a lil money it
Oh he gangsta put a lil money on him
Oh he mad cause I get a lil money homie
Well I aint stuntin, imma keep gettin money homie
She shaking ass, put a lil money it
Oh he gangsta put a lil money on him
Oh he mad cause I get a lil money homie
Well I aint stuntin, imma keep gettin money homie
Street Music For The Block
Yeah
Trap music, Jack music
Faaah Faah
She shaking ass, put a lil money it
Oh he gangsta put a lil money on him
Oh he mad cause I get a lil money homie
Well I aint stuntin, imma keep gettin money homie
She shaking ass, put a lil money it
Oh he gangsta put a lil money on him
Oh he mad cause I get a lil money homie
Well I aint stuntin, imma keep gettin money homie
What the lick read, point the bag out
Who lil baby over there wit her ass out
I get to grabbin on the booty like I'm Cash Out
She let me smack her on the booty cause my cash out
Why these niggas mad what they hatin fo
A couple racks on his head ill make him taste the floor
Dead Rose the one who made god break the mold
I love my cheese blue, like its made from mold
Im another nigga whole different breed
Put a hole in a nigga if he fuckin sneeze
See these goons im wit, a whole bunch of gz
Gat bussas, trap juggas all duckin ds
You ain't my fuckin dawg, yall some fucking fleas
Madd cause ya girl on my n u t z
Bdl we the hottest hittaz on the seen
Street Music For The Block ya na na na mean
She shaking ass, put a lil money it
Oh he gangsta put a lil money on him
Oh he mad cause I get a lil money homie
Well I aint stuntin, imma keep gettin money homie
She shaking ass, put a lil money it
Oh he gangsta put a lil money on him
Oh he mad cause I get a lil money homie
Well I aint stuntin, imma keep gettin money homie
Grip the handle imma need the tape
Blow ya candle imma need the cake
Super trappn I dont need a cape
But look if im throwin somethin lemme see it shake
Shake, twerk somethin I need somethin goin wild
Got the whole gang wit me rite now its goin down
If you still aint doing nothing wit ya self then move from round
Get a drink an sit yo bummin ass down
We run the town
Who want the smoke, fire something
Tryna smoke, gettin lit
I be hit looking to legit to quit, Hammer drip
White fish city no Montana trip
Smoking gas got me zoned just like how Atlanta is always been a stand up kid
Yea I need them blue strips or the green
For the block, for the block
Whole city on a money scheme
Around the clock, around the clock
Hold me down
She shaking ass, put a lil money it
Oh he gangsta put a lil money on him
Oh he mad cause I get a lil money homie
Well I aint stuntin, imma keep gettin money homie
She shaking ass, put a lil money it
Oh he gangsta put a lil money on him
Oh he mad cause I get a lil money homie
Well I aint stuntin, imma keep gettin money homie
Credits
Writer(s): Wayne Finley
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