The Tale of 1 City
And my guns go, " Bang, Bang"
If you hating
I got choppers
I got shooters if you hating
Fuck a hater
Look at all this cash I got
This is made up money
If you talking and you not doing shit you a bitch
I got money if you hating you can talk I won't listen
My works been stacking way back
How I got money and I ain't even fuckin got platinum plaques
I got some racks I ain't got a chain to react
Overreaction got that action if you moving with plans
Got me moving with the chopper walk
Remember that fifty boxes got to hit my loan
Better up
Beat that
Got that stones
Get the Golden swing and I got that stroke
And my guns go, " Bang, Bang"
If you hating
I got choppers
I got shooters if you hating
Fuck a hater
With the shot I'm never missing
Wether shawty she gon take it
With some bitches she get naked
Look as n**** all day hating
All they do is counterfeiting
Look at all this cash I'm making
Like a young nigga with a garment
While I'm trapping with the doe
Stacked in my leather jacket you know
Crooked random bastards
Looking niggas bunch of bastards
Snakes in the grass and a couple of rats
That turnt to ashes
To the dome
Where I find treasures in trashes
Look this stroke I'm taking
I'm just double swinging
Looking like tiger hoods but I ain't even playing in a league
And my guns go, " Bang, Bang"
If you hating
I got choppers
I got shooters if you hating
Fuck a hater
Yeah I got money
And I got no fear
Fuck it's not just about the money
It's about the mastery
I got that hunnies all over me
They were hard on us
If you hating
I got choppers
I got shooters if you hating
Fuck a hater
Look at all this cash I got
This is made up money
If you talking and you not doing shit you a bitch
I got money if you hating you can talk I won't listen
My works been stacking way back
How I got money and I ain't even fuckin got platinum plaques
I got some racks I ain't got a chain to react
Overreaction got that action if you moving with plans
Got me moving with the chopper walk
Remember that fifty boxes got to hit my loan
Better up
Beat that
Got that stones
Get the Golden swing and I got that stroke
And my guns go, " Bang, Bang"
If you hating
I got choppers
I got shooters if you hating
Fuck a hater
With the shot I'm never missing
Wether shawty she gon take it
With some bitches she get naked
Look as n**** all day hating
All they do is counterfeiting
Look at all this cash I'm making
Like a young nigga with a garment
While I'm trapping with the doe
Stacked in my leather jacket you know
Crooked random bastards
Looking niggas bunch of bastards
Snakes in the grass and a couple of rats
That turnt to ashes
To the dome
Where I find treasures in trashes
Look this stroke I'm taking
I'm just double swinging
Looking like tiger hoods but I ain't even playing in a league
And my guns go, " Bang, Bang"
If you hating
I got choppers
I got shooters if you hating
Fuck a hater
Yeah I got money
And I got no fear
Fuck it's not just about the money
It's about the mastery
I got that hunnies all over me
They were hard on us
Credits
Writer(s): Young J.l Ca$h
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