He a Fan

I'm bout to talk my sh*t right now Aye... Look Count my money with my friends I can't shake your hand N*ggas wanna play again I'm a grown man Glock pulling down my pants the money hit the fan These n*ggas turn into some b*tches and become a fan N*ggas said they want some smoke but f*ck n*ggas they hiding My n*ggas jumped up out the whip all my n*ggas sliding We hit that n*gga in his shit we leave that n*gga whining He talking all that crazy sh*t but who the n*gga crying On my momma ima eat and ima stack my chip These n*ggas hating how I move keep up stupid b*tch I put some gold up in my mouth and now I'm smiling b*tch He wanna play with hood yeah ain't no winning b*tch I ran up with the glock up on me hit him in his sh*t My n*ggas they gone slide for me we ain't no b*tch I count that money up my n*gga stack that shit like chips He can't keep up with gang go sit on the bench Stay up out my f*cking lane you can loose your brain My n*ggas don't play all them games all you hear is bang These n*ggas talking like they want it we gone bust they head We gone leave him on side leave a n*gga dead Open up some fire damn now that n*gga scared That n*gga wanna run the only thing I chase is bread Hit the gas up on a n*gga I can't stop at red That b*tch be stressing me damn all I need is some head Count my money with my friends I can't shake your hand N*ggas wanna play again I'm a grown man Glock pulling down my pants the money hit the fan These n*ggas turn into some b*tches and become a fan N*ggas said they want some smoke but f*ck n*ggas they hiding My n*ggas jumped up out the whip all my n*ggas sliding We hit that n*gga in his shit we leave that n*gga whining He talking all that crazy sh*t but who the n*gga crying