[00:00.000] 作词 : George Stone III/Aaron Lockhart/LaTroy Garrett
[00:00.185] 作曲 : George Stone III/Aaron Lockhart/LaTroy Garrett
[00:00.370]This is Greedy Money
[00:02.170]Dubba-AA flexin'
[00:05.070]Lame niggas wanna hang with us but ain't bang with us
[00:08.180]Slang with us, hanging out the window with them things with us
[00:10.640]Gang members, real pain-givers like a train hit 'em
[00:13.200]**** the game up, me and my niggas ran a train in it
[00:15.740]Why they playing with us? They know EST the big mob
[00:18.400]Gave so many blues to you, they slide throwing Crip signs (you know what it is, This Is the sound)
[00:21.120]Pill poppin', if I did stop, then I'd miss Quan
[00:23.630]55 Zoski shooting drive, we ain't scared to die
[00:26.240]Casey seen me laid up, made me cry, thought I lost my eye
[00:28.640]I don't care who with 'em in that ride, everybody die
[00:31.120]You ain't one of mine, a thousand on his mind a hundred timеs
[00:34.070]He be lying, he ain't outsidе, popping shit on live
[00:36.490]Big slime, I'ma give a dime up for the location
[00:39.260]Niggas hoes, we gon' tote these poles, **** probation
[00:41.990]Thug nigga, hate them blood niggas, still a Cuz killer
[00:44.480]Drug dealer full of 35, we gon' buy him out
[00:46.860]Made my first M with CMG, like, "What you buy now?"
[00:49.790]All-white, I rock Off White, bitch, let's talk prices
[00:52.340]Bad bitches spend they last with me, ain't never had one
[00:54.630]Thirty bricks for thirty-three a piece, I'm tryna grab one
[00:57.220]I'm the bad son, Mama say she still love me though
[01:00.280]Cameras in the bedroom, it's hard for me to trust these hoes
[01:02.580]**** these bows, I done seen a ticket selling bricks, nigga
[01:05.040]How you serving fiends? Bitch, I only sell to rich niggas
[01:07.970]Ass-kissing, baby, keep it pushing, I ain't your last nigga
[01:10.560]Fast whips, damn near hit the car, I'm tryna stash shit (Ayy)
[01:13.350]Past-tense, I got a driver now, but even he know
[01:15.810]I keep that nickel on me, so if they whoop me, nigga, keep going
[01:18.160]Don't throw them birds to me, that McNabb, I'm like T. Owens
[01:20.820]Free yours and free mine, Gotti fightin' a body, bitch
[01:23.780]I hope you beat it three times—you fail, we gon' keep trying
[01:25.740]Quez been sliding, 'til something killed, he gon' keep sliding
[01:28.980]Five double-murders, doggy damn near got a graveyard
[01:31.210]Shoutout to the prosecutor, that's the one who saved y'all
[01:33.950]Bitch, I'm like, "Who raised y'all?" I don't need no days off
[01:36.420]I pick up when that pape' call, bitch
[01:39.420]Yeah, weak dog, fentanyl involved, make the H strong (that H strong, woof)
[01:41.770]Making plays how I made my name, it ain't take long
[01:44.460]Droplets of vanilla in my Tech to set the taste off
[01:46.550]Pull off make me wait long, I ain't wait long, I ain't no sitting duck
[01:49.510]Second run from scoring with that ice like a hockey puck
[01:52.170]If you wanna get down, you gotta sacrifice your life to us (you sacrifice your life)
[01:54.620]Niggas in that field wearing wires like they mic-ing up
[01:57.500]Lackin' got yo' peoples' noodle touched, y'all need to tighten up (tighten up)
[01:59.830]We gon' get this money, give a **** 'bout niggas liking us (**** 'bout niggas liking, yeah)
[02:02.630]Ain't no winning fights with us, you know that we gon' light it up
[02:05.480]You better have your pipe or something, you must wanna lose your life or something
[02:07.690]Whipping, all niggas work they wrists like they writing something
[02:10.300]I brought all my dawgs into that huddle like I'm Mike or something (like I'm Mike Vick)
[02:13.010]Police found a face inside a puddle of your lifeless buddy
[02:15.420]Better have your head on a swivel while in traffic
[02:18.130]Gangster everywhere except my casket
[02:20.800]I'm a made man if an opp nigga asking (If a opp nigga asking)
[02:23.090]With traps in every side county close except for Radcliffe, nigga
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作词 : George Stone III/Aaron Lockhart/LaTroy Garrett
作曲 : George Stone III/Aaron Lockhart/LaTroy Garrett
This is Greedy Money
Dubba-AA flexin'
Lame niggas wanna hang with us but ain't bang with us
Slang with us, hanging out the window with them things with us
Gang members, real pain-givers like a train hit 'em
**** the game up, me and my niggas ran a train in it
Why they playing with us? They know EST the big mob
Gave so many blues to you, they slide throwing Crip signs (you know what it is, This Is the sound)
Pill poppin', if I did stop, then I'd miss Quan
55 Zoski shooting drive, we ain't scared to die
Casey seen me laid up, made me cry, thought I lost my eye
I don't care who with 'em in that ride, everybody die
You ain't one of mine, a thousand on his mind a hundred timеs
He be lying, he ain't outsidе, popping shit on live
Big slime, I'ma give a dime up for the location
Niggas hoes, we gon' tote these poles, **** probation
Thug nigga, hate them blood niggas, still a Cuz killer
Drug dealer full of 35, we gon' buy him out
Made my first M with CMG, like, "What you buy now?"
All-white, I rock Off White, bitch, let's talk prices
Bad bitches spend they last with me, ain't never had one
Thirty bricks for thirty-three a piece, I'm tryna grab one
I'm the bad son, Mama say she still love me though
Cameras in the bedroom, it's hard for me to trust these hoes
**** these bows, I done seen a ticket selling bricks, nigga
How you serving fiends? Bitch, I only sell to rich niggas
Ass-kissing, baby, keep it pushing, I ain't your last nigga
Fast whips, damn near hit the car, I'm tryna stash shit (Ayy)
Past-tense, I got a driver now, but even he know
I keep that nickel on me, so if they whoop me, nigga, keep going
Don't throw them birds to me, that McNabb, I'm like T. Owens
Free yours and free mine, Gotti fightin' a body, bitch
I hope you beat it three times—you fail, we gon' keep trying
Quez been sliding, 'til something killed, he gon' keep sliding
Five double-murders, doggy damn near got a graveyard
Shoutout to the prosecutor, that's the one who saved y'all
Bitch, I'm like, "Who raised y'all?" I don't need no days off
I pick up when that pape' call, bitch
Yeah, weak dog, fentanyl involved, make the H strong (that H strong, woof)
Making plays how I made my name, it ain't take long
Droplets of vanilla in my Tech to set the taste off
Pull off make me wait long, I ain't wait long, I ain't no sitting duck
Second run from scoring with that ice like a hockey puck
If you wanna get down, you gotta sacrifice your life to us (you sacrifice your life)
Niggas in that field wearing wires like they mic-ing up
Lackin' got yo' peoples' noodle touched, y'all need to tighten up (tighten up)
We gon' get this money, give a **** 'bout niggas liking us (**** 'bout niggas liking, yeah)
Ain't no winning fights with us, you know that we gon' light it up
You better have your pipe or something, you must wanna lose your life or something
Whipping, all niggas work they wrists like they writing something
I brought all my dawgs into that huddle like I'm Mike or something (like I'm Mike Vick)
Police found a face inside a puddle of your lifeless buddy
Better have your head on a swivel while in traffic
Gangster everywhere except my casket
I'm a made man if an opp nigga asking (If a opp nigga asking)
With traps in every side county close except for Radcliffe, nigga