Don't Play
Yea
Uh, uh, yea
With my nigga Woah
RTT, Champ
The champ is here
Playin' with my money, shit, that's a mistake (That's a mistake)
I stay with the realest, and you steady fakin' (You lookin' flakey)
All you niggas sea-salty, I'm fresh like the lake (I'm fresh as hell)
You ain't talkin' money get up out my face (Oh, hell nah)
Boy don't play with me (Don't play) stray away from me (Okay)
If you got beef with me (Uh huh) then let's meet up, on me (On Champ)
Uh, niggas really don't want it (Yea)
Everywhere I'm straight stuntin' (What?)
Boy, you look like you still get butterflies in your stomach (haha)
And you fuck niggas can not stop my grind (Not stop my)
And you fuck niggas is not worth my time (Not worth my)
A niggas go fuckin' hella punch lines
I ain't talkin' 'bout the rap shit (I ain't talkin' bout it)
But, when I you better ask Ms.Johnson
'Cause I do is make Magic, you lil' bitch
Playin' with my money get you kidnapped, yea
Playin' with my money get your neck snapped
Playin' with my money, boy, that ain't save
I be playin' with my money, pockets super straight
When I come alive I kill shit, put it in a casket and dig a grave real quick
Lickin' on that pussy till she cum, come that real spit
Gotta keep workin', need bread for the sandwich
Birds started chirpin', need money or a bad bitch
Can you slow it down? I all I know is get fast grips'
Smash on the gas bitch, RTT a savage
OKC magic, ATX havoc
I want a check so big the bank can't cash it
Chick so thick, looks like she smokin' the package
I been workin' too hard, I done came too far
Weed in a cigar, bet I'm higher than you are
Look up in the sky, I'm a cloud not a star
Listen to my word's, it's my craft, its my art
When the water get dark watch out for the sharks' (Yea)
Heard you homie snitchin', watch out for the narcs'
Playin' with my money, thumbin' through them bands' (Thumbin' through it)
Blue hunnids, blue hunnids, what I recommend (That's what I recommend)
I got get that profit then reup, again (Reup, reup)
I hope my plug got good cocaina from Medellin
I remember my first time touchin' ten thousand, grand's (Ten bands)
Didn't know shit about that coke, I was breakin' P's and pans' (Them P's and pans)
Actin' the lord for his forgiveness after every gram (forgive me lord)
'Cause ever since i mean that white girl, I've been goin' ham (I'm gone)
Uh, razorblade, gotta chop it up real proper (Hey)
My partner, he'll teach you how to cook but, its' gon charge you (Whoo)
.38 revolver, sittin' in the charger
Soon as we pick it up, it's time to get it off us (Yea)
Gotta make it home before 12 try to stop us (Hey)
Try to makes us pay 10% when they lock us
I'd done been through chasin' after all this gwolla
Playin' with my money, you gon' run into some problems (Haha)
Uh, uh
Playin' with my money you gon' run into some problems
(Playin' with my money you gon' run into some problems)
Have niggas' chasin' after you with the choppers
Niggas' ain't playin around for the gwolla
Yea, yea (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Fuck around, nigga, fuck around with some monsters'
(Uh, uh, uh, uh)
(Ch-ka-ch-ka)
Uh, uh, yea
With my nigga Woah
RTT, Champ
The champ is here
Playin' with my money, shit, that's a mistake (That's a mistake)
I stay with the realest, and you steady fakin' (You lookin' flakey)
All you niggas sea-salty, I'm fresh like the lake (I'm fresh as hell)
You ain't talkin' money get up out my face (Oh, hell nah)
Boy don't play with me (Don't play) stray away from me (Okay)
If you got beef with me (Uh huh) then let's meet up, on me (On Champ)
Uh, niggas really don't want it (Yea)
Everywhere I'm straight stuntin' (What?)
Boy, you look like you still get butterflies in your stomach (haha)
And you fuck niggas can not stop my grind (Not stop my)
And you fuck niggas is not worth my time (Not worth my)
A niggas go fuckin' hella punch lines
I ain't talkin' 'bout the rap shit (I ain't talkin' bout it)
But, when I you better ask Ms.Johnson
'Cause I do is make Magic, you lil' bitch
Playin' with my money get you kidnapped, yea
Playin' with my money get your neck snapped
Playin' with my money, boy, that ain't save
I be playin' with my money, pockets super straight
When I come alive I kill shit, put it in a casket and dig a grave real quick
Lickin' on that pussy till she cum, come that real spit
Gotta keep workin', need bread for the sandwich
Birds started chirpin', need money or a bad bitch
Can you slow it down? I all I know is get fast grips'
Smash on the gas bitch, RTT a savage
OKC magic, ATX havoc
I want a check so big the bank can't cash it
Chick so thick, looks like she smokin' the package
I been workin' too hard, I done came too far
Weed in a cigar, bet I'm higher than you are
Look up in the sky, I'm a cloud not a star
Listen to my word's, it's my craft, its my art
When the water get dark watch out for the sharks' (Yea)
Heard you homie snitchin', watch out for the narcs'
Playin' with my money, thumbin' through them bands' (Thumbin' through it)
Blue hunnids, blue hunnids, what I recommend (That's what I recommend)
I got get that profit then reup, again (Reup, reup)
I hope my plug got good cocaina from Medellin
I remember my first time touchin' ten thousand, grand's (Ten bands)
Didn't know shit about that coke, I was breakin' P's and pans' (Them P's and pans)
Actin' the lord for his forgiveness after every gram (forgive me lord)
'Cause ever since i mean that white girl, I've been goin' ham (I'm gone)
Uh, razorblade, gotta chop it up real proper (Hey)
My partner, he'll teach you how to cook but, its' gon charge you (Whoo)
.38 revolver, sittin' in the charger
Soon as we pick it up, it's time to get it off us (Yea)
Gotta make it home before 12 try to stop us (Hey)
Try to makes us pay 10% when they lock us
I'd done been through chasin' after all this gwolla
Playin' with my money, you gon' run into some problems (Haha)
Uh, uh
Playin' with my money you gon' run into some problems
(Playin' with my money you gon' run into some problems)
Have niggas' chasin' after you with the choppers
Niggas' ain't playin around for the gwolla
Yea, yea (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Fuck around, nigga, fuck around with some monsters'
(Uh, uh, uh, uh)
(Ch-ka-ch-ka)
Credits
Writer(s): Donovan Brooks
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
© 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.