G-UNIT (feat. J Dinero)

John Mello on the beat Yeah I been out the way gettin pape this shit aint from music Yeah New draco came wit 50 got me feel like i'm G-Unit I been out the way gettin pape this shit aint from music Plug tappin im wit gang he know we move it New draco came wit 50 feel like g unit Watch me pull out da stick and make you feel stupid Lames niggas got some studio time now they feel street When you in da water with them shark this shit get real deep I jus scored a 4 hi-tech, now I need a cream Nigga try me imma put em inna box like Supreme I got bitches fighting over me like Blueface You can be my hoe but baby i cant be your boo thang I'm too rich to be dealin wit your mood swings Diamonds on my body changing colors like mood ring You fuckin wit boss i do errything they cant do Pull up i'll serve u thru the window like some fast food Lil bro go crazy with the stick it aint no bamboo I'll put some money on yo head and show you what them bands do Bitch imma spend some, imma blow a couple bags When we hit the road aint guaranteed we coming back Fuckin up a check, remember sleeping in the trap Put some gold around my neck yo bitch know that im the man We some real stunnas, don't do the pretend You see the shinning, you see us slidin inna Benz Told my pops im gon be wildin' till the end Bitch I handle my business 10 times outta 10 223's in the whip when im ridin with my bro Keep a chop stick near me, I be ready for the smoke We some villains when we get it in, it get hella cold Kobe with the shot but my clip hold more than 24 Make yo bitch choose up she can tell im a winner She dont wanna be with you because you a pretender I been does this shit boy I aint no beginner I make it hot as f*ck inna winter Designer denim these ain't true religion Vincent Vega in da tesla this the new edition I might let her get a taste don't get too addicted Even way before corona I would keep my distance I might have have to put a sucka six feet Gold diggin lil bitch told her dig deep 15 off the scams that was this week I ain't waiting for the first or da fifteenth We ain't waiting on nobody get it on our own I be fuckin onna bitch throw the dog a bone In the gym punching cards like I'm Holly Holmes My girl blowing up my phone I be hardly home Yeah, I be dat way Spin his block his mood change like a bad day Leave em with the walking dead like the the last days You ain't moving any weight you in bad shape