Loads (feat. BMG Ward, MoneyMakeIt & Drawz)

Lost 30 in a day a nigga smile about it
I made a hundred in a month a nigga cry about it
Get money all day why lie about it
And get the fuck out the way if you ain't bout to profit

My nigga just took a L and he gon' grind about it
Your nigga just took a L and he gon' whine about it
My nigga just got hit, we gon' slide about it
And if a nigga send a threat then he gon' die about it

These niggas tellin' and they pussy, you know they gon' fold
Set a nigga trap on fire bet that case go cold
I ain't gon' lose control trust me watch me work the load
I know you nigga's trap slow I bought up all the bows

How can a nigga send a hit I bought up all the poles?
We bought up all the bottles so we called up all the hoes
I called Big Money Tony he bought up all the lows
I ran out of work I hit the plug I need some more

I'm still sick couldn't never get my nigga back
Still slide around the town tryna hit hat
Been a long time since a nigga pushed that
For the right price, I'll get that nigga back

Put a bag on your head I had to pay myself
I'm to the next saw em slippin' couldn't pay for help
Fn off the hip this the top shelf
All that sucka shit you doin' it is not felt

Man them honkies is my junkies how I got a profit
I need them whites or them blues need to see a doctor
I was the man on campus shoulda seen my locker
Lunchtime bust down big steak and lobster

Fuck all that talkin' nigga spin if you on smoke
My nigga's buyin' up them bodies, ain't gon' go till they broke
My youngin' spinin' and when he spin it ain't no joke
My youngin' spinin' when he spin you gon' go ghost

Won't play no games that's too kiddy I'm tryna put up 50
If you ain't talkin' bout no paper you can't fuck with me
Took a few L's but ain't let none of them fuck with me
Better catch me out of traffic you wanna fuck with me

Three monkey nuts in the cut that's a buck fifty
You run up playin' with them games you get a buck fifty
We kiss the Wok out the P motherfuck the few
You want a verse or a P you gotta pay the fee

It's a drought they callin' me tryna buy a key
I call a wey he picked up and all he said was Si
He put his son on the phone to translate for me
That mean come and get it hurry up and come to me

My nigga's in the D they say they goin' for 33
I told him 28 man just look out for me
If I gotta get it to you, it's a extra fee
I call my bitch, she got L's, baby drive me

I'm puttin' hoes through school and bonding hoes out of jail
She got wrapped with my pack but she ain't fold or she ain't tell
Commit a crime for DMC, if you don't rat, you got bail
When these nigga's buy my name, I eyeball it without a scale

Just a young nigga mama sent me out to play with them gangsters
Watch what you say I know nigga's don't play when it get gangsta
They Fn' light but it hold me hold me down like a anchor
Big homie fast he coming last walk you down like a anchor

Plus he sweep for me ain't talkin' clean and fee
I got clean lean in make sure you shop me
Them VVS spell my gang make hoes flock to me
A 3.5 of the runts smell like a block on me



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Writer(s): Raphael Thompson
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