John Wick (feat. M.D.B)

You left me like a street, no more sweet talk, nothing left to say Push me off, watch it go away Like John Wick, you'll never leave You left me like a street, no more sweet talk, nothing left to say Push me off, watch it go away You left me like a street, No more sweet talk, nothing left to say Enough with all the beef, you ain't even on shit Ahh shit, Mr. Money in this bitch like John Wick Can't slip, how the f*ck I'm supposed to lose this My shit, get rich, I can't quit until I fucking get rich Enough with all the beef, you ain't even on shit Ahh shit, Mr. Money in this bitch like John Wick Can't slip, how the f*ck I'm supposed to lose this My shit, get rich, I can't quit until I fucking get rich I told Pops to bring the hammer, she get dirty like Diana How she throw that pussy back, I thought Raeeedawg ass was a dancer Shit, I knew the world was ours before I met Tony Montana I don't care, you throw the white flag, I put blood on your bandana She keep thinking I got hoes, but I ain't got shit on no Santa Shit, I had drip way before the drip, when M.D.B dropped Panda I go live, expose these hoes, you better watch who you approach Think You snatchin' on this chain, I have them killers at your throat I ain't the one you gon' expose, said it's beef just in your low I'm in the studio with bro, and ain't that far away from poles Shit get hard, he broke the code, I leave your bitch ass in the cold Like I'm Shang Tsung, I snatch souls, and leave your bitch ass out the mold Bag and zip it up, it's sold, kill or be killed, what I was told You ain't no killer, who you kill? You ain't no driller, who you drill? I got love way out New Jersey, Sam sent it through the mail I got it bruh, it's concealed, just one more and get him killed Enough with all the beef, you ain't even on shit Ahh shit, Mr. Money, in this bitch like John Wick Can't slip, how the f*ck I'm supposed to lose this My shit, get rich, I can't quit until I fucking get rich Enough with all the beef, you ain't even on shit Ahh shit, Mr. Money, in this bitch like John Wick Can't slip, how the f*ck I'm supposed to lose this My shit, get rich, I can't quit until I fucking get rich Oh shit, who nun let M in Hottest nigga in the building, but still got that cold shit Way I'm rolling with my nigga like wheels up in 94 Niggas, pussies, niggas know they ain't really gon' slide for me I'm with my nigga ain't no question bout who I'm gon' slide for Push start, start the engine, this bitch only got two doors This nigga come around always talking bout old shit Damn, I miss T-Money 45th Enough with all the beef, you ain't really on shit This chopper turn a nigga chopstick to a mosh pit That nigga mad because his new bitch was my old bitch That nigga crying cause that hoe be on her hoe shit