Blac Money (feat. Blac Youngsta) Song Lyrics

Uh, uh, uh, ayy
Ayy, Heavy Bread Camp
Gang, gang
DrumGod
Gang, gang
Hey

Boy (Nigga), boy, you better back it (What)
Word around town, you ain't living what you rappin' (Nope)
I don't do stick shift, semi-automatic (Skrt)
Pull down, broad day, shoot him in the attic (Bah)
Fuckin' on his baby mama 'cause that nigga ratted (Ugh)
He don't like when his lil' kids call me daddy (Nope)
Pounds of the kush, got it hid in the attic (Attic)
Big Draco, got it sitting on the cabinet (Yeah)
Bust down Rollie, but I still got a Patek (Ice)
Couldn't afford a bed, so I slept on a pallet (Bottom)
Heard what he said, when I see him, I'ma slap him (Bitch)
I ain't need a steamer, boy, I slid in the Caddy (Bah)
She know I ain't shit, but she still wanna marry (Ha)
Spit on that dick 'fore I stick in the Caddy (Uh)
I'm at Ruth's Chris, throw chicken in the salad (Uh)
Real street nigga, I can feel when it's static (Hey)

Got a lot of status, capo, I can make it happen (Yeah)
Joes in the hood, they like, how you made it rappin'? (How you)
I just bought some choppers, gettin' ready for the static (Brr)
Bad bitch with me, but today, she looking ratchet (Ratchet)
She just popped a Xanny, take advantage, make her vanish (Gone)
She like, boy, you nasty, yeah, I'm nasty and I'm manish (Yeah)
I just read a text, where you at? No panties
The roof panoramic, skrt, skrt, I just vanished (Gone)
Word around the town, there's money on my top, how? (How)