Yolo Ru, Duke Deuce and Koon Ru - Got It On Me
Where the cash h**Get a bag h**
I got money in my pocket where you at
This a packed show
I got pack h**
I got ni***** getting money of the crack smoke
I got ni***** in the trap they counting bands
Bet these ni***** never seen a hundred bands
I can turn groupie chick into fan
I got it on me I don't need no rubber bands
I'm in the party with homies going ape s***
If I see it and I wanna ima take s***
F*** a face lift I got eight whips
When them n****** see me out they never say shit
You wanna race b****
I got a drum on the bottom of the kay b****
Yea yea
I got homies
I got Killas
I got glocks
We catch em out you kno we treat em like a opp
F*** that opp s***
on the block b****
Like I said wen I shoot it I will not miss
F*** that opp S***
If that's a b**** why the F*** she on the block list
Where the cash h**
Get a bag h**
I got money in my pocket where you at
This a packed show
I got pack h**
I got ni***** getting money of the crack smoke
I got ni***** in the trap they counting bands
Bet these ni***** never seen a hundred bands
I can turn groupie chick into fan
I got it on me I don't need no rubber bands
What the F***
I heard you wanna cnna tho
cll my choppers got bananas ape in with animals
Bruh be crunk as F***
Man God D*** they can't folks
Yea ya b**** she got some fire head but I can't stand h**
I can't f*** with niggas who tell they business now you got me nervous
Dissing the mob my n****** fingers itching now you got em hurting
Hell cat swerving I was out there early
I'm the streets like Kirby
Got a bad b***** a BBL now that b**** she curvy
Triple when hit your favorite spot on that crunk s***
Finesse em out the bowl but he ran off like a punk b****
Please can you free Larry Hoover wit apologies
If you a real gangsta then moving wit the iron fist
Where the cash h**
Get a bag **
I got money in my pocket where you at
This a packed show
I got pack h**
I got ni***** getting money of the crack smoke
I got ni***** in the trap they counting bands
Bet these ni***** never seen a hundred bands
I can turn groupie chick into fan
I got it on me I don't need no rubber bands
In the middle of the function wit them racks out
Chasing paper know I like to go the fast route
F*** that rap clout
It's a packed house
So we only common in if them sticks out
cin't no handouts
This visa maxed out
These niggas cappin they ain't living Wat they rap bout
I got hammers
I push product
I move drugs
In the party.
WIt the dealers n the thugs
Make a bi*** work
Change her networt
They wanna see her you going have to spend a bag first
If it ain't money I don't even wanna converse
Them n***** really selling pack out at the concerts
Where the cash h**
Get a bag **
I got money in my pocket where you at
This a packed show
I got pack h**
I got ni***** getting money of the crack smoke
I got ni***** in the trap they counting bands
Bet these ni***** never seen a hundred bands
I can turn groupie chick into fan
I got it on me I don't need no rubber bands
Hold up Wait
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