Money, Guns, n hoes

Spend a hundred then I make it right back I roll through the hood With my pockets of stacks I slide out the v with my music on blast Slacks and straps on deck This how we live lil nigga Countin' the cash, ain't nothin' to give Money flowin' like a river, never runnin' dry And I'm rollin' through the hood, diamonds shinin' bright Money in my pocket, everything right Gun on my waist, ain't afraid to spray Shorty on my dick, she just wanna play Shorty wanna f*ck again, I'm the best Got a Smith & Wesson Ain't nobody finna test me Money, guns, hoes, that's the lifestyle that I lead What, what, it's just me and gang When I spark this blunt n lay back I can't feel a thing, she feelin' in her gut Give her back shots so I can ease the pain Talkin' to me crazy, and best believe You gon' die in vain Why these niggas talkin' Pull up on him, hit him in his noggin He say he got a hundred, where the cash Man, that nigga floging, these bitches shakin' ass All on me, I might throw some cash Heard a opp-ass nigga dissin' on the gang Now we on your ass If I catch a opp, we pop his ass Just like a wilder man If he still alive, we spinning back Just like a ceiling fan See that nigga lackin', we kidnap Em we put him in a van Smokin' on this za za to the face I can't even land sippin' on his dirty juice, got me loose Now I'm feelin' you She wanna bring a friend, that's times two What we gon' do I walk up in this bitch with shades on Cause I'm not sober She tryna act gangster, when I put it in I already told her Ha ha ha, I already told her Yeah, put it in her, she like Ha ha ha