Nonchalant Flow
Dollaz
Uh, yeah
Been cruising through my city, but I gotta hold the blick
Hottest on the cape, got these bitches on my dick
Took her to the Telly, say she wanna take a flic
1942, got these bitches getting lit
Got that nigga mad 'cause I fucked up on his bitch
You talking to the feds, we mark that boy as a snitch
Got a few niggas, yeah, they scamming, hitting Licks
Got a few niggas, yeah, they scamming, getting rich
Free my brotha, Drippy, he got locked up by the pigs
Never said a word 'cause my niggas do not fold
Looked you in yo' eyes, I could tell that you a ho
Speaking for the real, these pussy niggas never know
How you was my brotha then you turned into my foe, yeah
By my side when we road running, yeah
Down to ride, that ain't no question, yeah
Hit the stu, that's a closed session, uh, yeah
The get back crew
Popped out on a nigga, turned his white ass to blue
We gon' shoot the moon
Sneezing on these niggas, had to tell 'em achoo
Then my bitch gon' slide in a baby blue coupe
Big rocks in the stone, boy, you know what we do
Remember them days when we ain't had no food
50 Cent cake for just me and my crew
My mother working double, but we barely make due, yeah
I'm too high class, a nigga too classy
Got my bad bitch and yeah, she right beside me
Might just fuck around and hit it in the lobby
And baby wanna come and gimme sloppy, yeah
Told that bitch, "don't stop"
Come on, come roll with the gods
Come on, come roll with mob
You know I be strolling block
My bitch gon' ride with a Glock
I'm swerving, I'm sipping Circo
Press a button, I'm dropping the top, uh, yeah
Been up on that boss shit, never took no losses
Man of the year, I ain't gotta do no talking
Fit too drippy, you can tell by how I'm walking
All in her guts, now I got that shawty stalking
Calling my phone, Ion wanna do no talking
All 'bout the racks, you can tell by how I'm flossing
Foreign car swerving, I ain't get it at no auction
Just to show you niggas how a really nigga rocking
Talking out his mouth, so you know I had to sock 'em
Dollaz on the beat, so you know that shit retarded
Dollaz on the beat, so you know that shit retarded
Uh, yeah
Been cruising through my city, but I gotta hold the blick
Hottest on the cape, got these bitches on my dick
Took her to the Telly, say she wanna take a flic
1942, got these bitches getting lit
Got that nigga mad 'cause I fucked up on his bitch
You talking to the feds, we mark that boy as a snitch
Got a few niggas, yeah, they scamming, hitting Licks
Got a few niggas, yeah, they scamming, getting rich
Free my brotha, Drippy, he got locked up by the pigs
Never said a word 'cause my niggas do not fold
Looked you in yo' eyes, I could tell that you a ho
Speaking for the real, these pussy niggas never know
How you was my brotha then you turned into my foe, yeah
By my side when we road running, yeah
Down to ride, that ain't no question, yeah
Hit the stu, that's a closed session, uh, yeah
The get back crew
Popped out on a nigga, turned his white ass to blue
We gon' shoot the moon
Sneezing on these niggas, had to tell 'em achoo
Then my bitch gon' slide in a baby blue coupe
Big rocks in the stone, boy, you know what we do
Remember them days when we ain't had no food
50 Cent cake for just me and my crew
My mother working double, but we barely make due, yeah
I'm too high class, a nigga too classy
Got my bad bitch and yeah, she right beside me
Might just fuck around and hit it in the lobby
And baby wanna come and gimme sloppy, yeah
Told that bitch, "don't stop"
Come on, come roll with the gods
Come on, come roll with mob
You know I be strolling block
My bitch gon' ride with a Glock
I'm swerving, I'm sipping Circo
Press a button, I'm dropping the top, uh, yeah
Been up on that boss shit, never took no losses
Man of the year, I ain't gotta do no talking
Fit too drippy, you can tell by how I'm walking
All in her guts, now I got that shawty stalking
Calling my phone, Ion wanna do no talking
All 'bout the racks, you can tell by how I'm flossing
Foreign car swerving, I ain't get it at no auction
Just to show you niggas how a really nigga rocking
Talking out his mouth, so you know I had to sock 'em
Dollaz on the beat, so you know that shit retarded
Dollaz on the beat, so you know that shit retarded
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Writer(s): Raheem Crawford
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