Tekst piosenki
(Verse 1)
These niggas don’t want none
Don’t want none
Killing niggas
Got a scope on the drum
Ba ra pa pa pum
Change clips with my thumb
These niggas got bread
I extort every crumb
They jugging for fun
I’m on jug so I’m slumped
Ride through city
No pics at the pump
Just know that I’m here
When they see me they stare
Cause that thing on my wrist
Got one hell of a glare
This how niggas do it in the night time
Standing on the couch
Drinking champagne til
The light shine
Shawty stressed
Tell her come and join the movement
Forever we them niggas
Give a fuck bout what you doing
Cause
[Chorus]x3
These niggas don’t want none
These bitches don’t want none
We don’t give a fuck bout none
Fuck the fame
Fuck the credit
Cause the money all we want
(Verse 2)
Who dat
It’s that
Steve ricks
Got it
All white
Balmains
Free in bands in the pockets
The plug and the socket
You need it
I got it
Just make this shit quick
Or I’m ghost the Audi
Fire up the dope
From Mexico
I need 10 of the O
Indica what I smoke
If you don’t sip this lean
Then yo ass gonna choke
Catch me off the coast
Of Puerto Rico
No time, Adios
We don’t care bout the cost
If I want it
I buy it
I mean this
Fo sure
Couple K
For a show
When I pick up the phone
These niggas can’t see me
The ghost is Houdini
Stress stress stress
[Chorus]x3
These niggas don’t want none
These bitches don’t want none
We don’t give a fuck bout none
Fuck the fame
Fuck the credit
Cause the money all we want
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