[Intro]
|
Yes, Greezy, Brooklyn, yes!
|
|
[Chorus]
|
Gettin money hoe, smokin loud too
|
Kush burnin pockets on high volume
|
We the realest team, do the realest things
|
KG nigga, we really in the streets
|
Kush - is already rolled
|
Brooklyn - you already know
|
Let's get it - everything is a go
|
Hammer drawn we here for the dough
|
Get low - we back in the game
|
This time - and we not gon' play
|
Word life, it's time for the money
|
All haters better stay in your lane
|
|
[Verse 1]
|
My nine, is already cocked
|
Coupe, is already dropped
|
Wrists, filled up with them rocks
|
Me, I'm all that you not
|
Came in the game and I never did change
|
Bustin out money from "Coming of Age"
|
In the club on them bottles and bitches, that bud
|
Fuck with me roadie I'll give you some game
|
Eatin, we already did
|
Drug flow, furnished the crib
|
KG, you know what it is
|
Bought my first 6 with a learner's permit
|
Stuntin on hoes like I'm 'posed to do
|
Yeah I got bread in the toaster too
|
Haters debate on the shit that I do
|
I reality ball you vocal booth
|
|
[Chorus]
|
|
[Verse 2]
|
Kush - is already blown
|
Bad thang tryin to take that home
|
My offense, triangle
|
I'm high so I'm in my zone
|
Blowin all out, shit ain't allowed
|
Tell the police come and fuck with me now
|
Know they ain't heard that I fuck with a burner
|
My lawyer on point in the car with me now
|
Grindin, I've been known for a while
|
Few of my niggaz the feds locked down
|
And they rep, don't make me prove it
|
I'ma text 'em, tell 'em they can call right now
|
Cell phones from behind that fence
|
Commissary just stay on rich
|
Real niggaz just do real shit
|
Send 'em flicks all from yo' bitch!
|
|
[Chorus]
|
|
-----------------
|
High Volume
|
Memphis Bleek |