Tekst piosenki
[Produced by BenG NamoR]
[Verse]
I flip a O like I change clothes
Where them bank rolls? Better lay low
Nigga run up get done up
Might get your wig blown back
Little nigga get back
I got motherfucking bread to stack
Too many ho’s to fuck
Pass that bitch onto the next one
Hundred G’s in a duffle bag
Bring it back to the back
Cause bitch I said I’d be the king
Nigga always bring the heat
I want my motherfucking ring
Ain’t made it to the league
But I’m right there on the scene
So what it’s gone be?
Tell me what it’s gone be?
Imported from the D that only means one thing
That I don’t give a fuck
That’s why I ride for my niggas
Pussy pop the game until my figures on Jigga
Unordinary shit from some extraordinary niggas
Throw them hands in the air
It’s a motherfucking stick up
[Hook] (x2) + [Bridge]
For the fortune & fame
West side show em how we ride
Watch me wake up on your TV screen
For the fortune & fame
By any means know we getting plenty cheese
While they hating but respect my game
(For the fortune & fame)
You ain’t fucking with us
Nah, nah
You ain’t fucking with us
Nah, nah
Bitch you ain’t getting money
Nah, nah
Like we getting money
Yah, yah
Come and take it from me?
Nah, nah
Then let me tell you something
[Verse 2]
Walk up in that bitch with the clique too legit
Thousand dollar fits, not to mention the whip
Every time I hit the party they know Kraay he got the loud
Hit the town know we shutting shit down, Ow oow
OG though a nigga wasn’t ocean grown
Sixteen three sixty five bet I see that ocean home
Word to your mother had nothing
Still made it on my own
Put that work in now they twerking to BenG NamoR
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