2 for the Money Pee - Factz (feat. Yung Haze)

You dont want no smoke
Or no drama
Facts
My niggaz on deck
Wit them llamas
Facts
My shooter make a hit
For them commas
Facts
And you don't want that
Stress for your momma
1st
The money the power
Respect
Next
The car the jewels
The checks
Facts
Got the homies
The workers connects
Yes
Man you know i got the plug on deck
I zero numbers sittin in my speed dial
Talking on the phone
You gon need a retrial
Crying for that appeal or something
It's like these dudes low jail or something
No money
Leave your whole style cramped
Can't make careers of GP
Thats Shawn Kemp
Need a hood pass you see me
I'll get that stamped
Cuz the bozos you chill with
They just can't
I mean Bars be stacked
On these bars
Yeah I get love in these streets
I give a fuck about yall
Fuck is you worried bout me
Yeah I can get you a job
Yes it's gon cost you a fee
You don't have no connects
Man unfortunately
You burn bridges
Gotta swim now
You got word
Heard that I'm him now
Them People be talkin
Thats word of mouth
Honestly
I dont know what they talkin about
I'm just somethin you gotta deal wit
Real shit
Ain't wit the talkin we tryna kill shit
Harm ya
Drama
Always come back around like it's karma
We armed up
You dont want no You dont want no
You dont want no
Facts
You dont want no smoke
Or no drama
Facts
My niggaz on deck
Wit them llamas
Facts
My shooter make a hit
For them commas
Facts
And you don't want that
Stress for your momma
1st
The money the power
Respect
Next
The car the jewels
The checks
Facts
Got the homies
The workers connects
Yes
Man you know I got the plug on deck
Tryna get my name up
Fuck is all of the shade for
Putting in that boy
More grind than a skateboard
Taking all that came for
Got me looking like Kobe in the 4th
Ain't a shot that I cant score
I'm getting money but
Rich is far from achieved
Ain't hard to tell I been the shit
Be a star from a seed
I Keep a hitta on my side
Aint no lackin wit me
It's no applaud
When they clappin for me
I got em sick
They cant stomach my shit
The hate im loving the shit
The Gz they fuck wit my shit
Broads they bumpin my shit
Beef we dumpin a clip
Listen you gon be really in ya bag
Cuz your body we stuffin it quick
It's no games
Fucka its Yung Haze
I'm from The Bronx
Where them youngins
Letting they guns blaze
Still in the hood
Still stuck in them lum ways
My only wish is to fuck around
And get trump sprayed
Im just somethin you gotta deal wit
Real shit
Ain't wit the talkin we tryna kill shit
Harm ya
Drama
Always come back around like it's karma
We armed up
You don't want no You don't want no
You don't want no
Facts
You dont want no smoke
Or no drama
Facts
My niggaz on deck
Wit them llamas
Facts
My shooter make a hit
For them commas
Facts
And you don't want that
Stress for your momma
1st
The money the power
Respect
Next
The car the jewels
The checks
Facts
Got the homies
The workers connects
Yes
Man you know i got the plug on deck

Written by:
Carlton Guiden

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