Michael Jackson (feat. Crashout NiCo)

They used to doubt me
I can barely count it
Like Michael jackson
On gang

Memba back they used to doubt me
Now so much cash can barely count it
Diamonds dancin, Michael Jackson
Cant spoil ya love, gon keep on stackin
Gas, gas, gas
Trappin out dem bags, exotic shit
Watch his head come off his neck like boom thats when det choppa hit
Choppas hit, choppas hit
I get to much cash so I ain't gotta trip
Fuckin on yo hoe she say she like the way my diamonds hit
She told me she get wet when she see gold behind my bottom lip
Once my niggas get in motion promise it ain't no stoppin this

Yea let me talk my shit
24, Know we poppin shit
Gang know the way i'm rockin shit
Same niggas who be scary all in yo face typing on the blogs and shit
Niggas ain't even bout that life, they really thugs on the internet
I swear to god that these niggas odd but ain't really tryna get in to that
Swear to god that these niggas wack
I guarantee if I spent a rack in one day, next day i made it back
These niggas can't even make a stack
The same ones who want this and that
This my lifestyle I ain't gotta act
Dissin on the net, don't know how to at
In the streets it's eye for a eye
Imma take one of yours if you take one of mines
24 Finna step outta line
Who the fuck said my niggas ain't goin outside
Talk shit but ain't never gon slide
That shit make you niggas look pussy on god
False claiming these niggas ain't bangin they fraud
I can't let em hang wit me that shit a nah
Aye tho, somebody tell them niggas get a bankroll
You pulled the trigger it's best that you lay low
Know that them niggas gon move when i say so
Came from the bottom now i'm on my way up
Whole gang been solid since this shit done started
We keep goin harder, don't see why they hate us
You niggas act hard but that shit really fraud
I can put that on god I can say that shit straight up

Memba back they used to doubt me
Now so much cash can barely count it
Diamonds dancin, Michael Jackson
Cant spoil ya love, gon keep on stackin
Gas, gas, gas
Trappin out dem bags, exotic shit
Watch his head come off his neck like boom thats when det choppa hit
Choppas hit, choppas hit
I get to much cash so I ain't gotta trip
Fuckin on yo hoe she say she like the way my diamonds hit
She told me she get wet when she see gold behind my bottom lip
Once my niggas get in motion promise it ain't no stoppin this

It ain no stoppin shit
I dont want no dealings
Doing evil shit all through the hood im like the main villain
All these niggas switching on the gang but i cant let it get me
Staying in my bag made my heart cold i been like fuck my feelings
Niggas know im the big dawg
Cant play wit me boy i been raw
Yeah i been the one to let my nuts hang let my chain hang, i am not yall
Niggas really gon envy you better watch yo back niggas too flaw
Got that big stick wit a red beam put it on yo nose call em rudolph
Married to the game no fiancée
Got a bad bitch like Beyoncé
Glock singing like its on broadway
Chop hitting any nigga broad day
I got all gold in my teeth
I got the bankroll on me
I got designer tags on my jeans
I got this shit on lock no key
Same hoe tryna call me brother the same hoe askin if i love her
Static shock shit hit like thunder
We move it out then flip another
Only riding for my brothers
On gang all we got is each other
It was no beds, i slept on sofas
Put medicate inside my soda

Memba back they used to doubt me
Now so much cash can barely count it
Diamonds dancin, Michael Jackson
Cant spoil ya love, gon keep on stackin
Gas, gas, gas
Trappin out dem bags, exotic shit
Watch his head come off his neck like boom thats when det choppa hit
Choppas hit, choppas hit
I get to much cash so I ain't gotta trip
Fuckin on yo hoe she say she like the way my diamonds hit
She told me she get wet when she see gold behind my bottom lip
Once my niggas get in motion promise it ain't no stoppin this



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Writer(s): Jonathon Winbush
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