Don't Compare

Three Gang Money on my mind I need a lot of it I need a lot of shit MBK run it up Money on my mind I need a lot of it I gotta get the cash damn I need a lot of shit Don't compare to me nigga you my opposite I gotta stack the bag damn I need a lot of shit Money on my mind I need a lot of it I gotta get the cash damn I need a lot of shit Don't compare to me nigga you my opposite I gotta stack the bag damn I need a lot of shit I need a lot of shit I cop a fit I body shit You my opposite don't copy this no stoppin' this It's a murder scene If we load them hollow tips Toe Tag he deceased cause he was poppin' shit We be swervin' through lanes And we be murderin' tracks We went from lickin' them stains To countin' them racks I just pour up my pain And get in my bag All the shit I done gained That's why I keep me a mag One in the head I can't take that chance They plotting on a youngin' tryna get his bands They smile in your face and wanna shake your hand 50-50 chance I pray this bitch won't ever jam Money on my mind I need a lot of it I gotta get the cash damn I need a lot of shit Don't compare to me nigga you my opposite I gotta stack the bag damn I need a lot of shit Money on my mind I need a lot of it I gotta get the cash damn I need a lot of shit Don't compare to me nigga you my opposite I gotta stack the bag damn I need a lot of shit I swear I'm just gifted they can't keep up Livin' how I'm livin' nigga geeked up I ain't tryna hear shit you ain't seen nothin Hunnids in my pocket but you ain't seen nothin I got a pocket full of cash Pocket full of cash Let me see you shake that ass Baby girl just bounce that ass She gon' let a nigga smash but I ain't tryna dive in that I ain't got no time for that I gotta go secure the bag This ain't Henny in my cup but I'm gettin' drippy Don't f*ck with Xannies but what's up My boys got plenty Gang about to turn shit up the whole squad litty And if you f*ck with one of us bullets in the semi Smokin' out the zip Smokin' out the zip I be posted on the 3 with my niggas toting grips All my niggas throw up 3's And trust me really with the shits But we ain't got no time to beef we out here nigga gettin' it I rep my block and I won't stop I ain't scared of nothin F*ck a opp get the drop they won't see what's comin Hit ya block a couple shots have these niggas runnin Body drop Then I'm headin' home like it was nothin Money on my mind I need a lot of it I gotta get the cash damn I need a lot of shit Don't compare to me nigga you my opposite I gotta stack the bag damn I need a lot of shit Money on my mind I need a lot of it I gotta get the cash damn I need a lot of shit Don't compare to me nigga you my opposite I gotta stack the bag damn I need a lot of shit