Letra de M.Y.O.B

[Hook]
Nigga popped up like wala
Freaky bitch, no ass, slick game like oh
Tell you anythin' for a dollar
Can't trust these niggas, father damned
I can thump
Puttin' on pounds in my wallet
I'ma die, I'ma die, I'ma die, I'ma die
Chains on my neck like collar
Been poppin' my collar
I was just mindin' my business
I was just mindin' my business
Now pocket filled up with bands
Can't come back home without this
I was just mindin' my business
I was just mindin' my business
Now pocket filled up with bands
Can't come back home without this
[Verse 1]
Had my weight up on my fitted
Smokin' this shit, taste like citrus
I left my bitch with a tinted
I'm jiggin' you to my riches
Take over game in a minute
Kil the game and forgive me
Swimmin' in all of your women
Nigga you don't know you finished
Young nigga snare like bruh
Let talk down on a pussy nigga, yeah let 'em feed it
Gettin' all the brain I can get out this hoe
I need that and I told her she brainy
Cool but I come in like an air hog
I keep the money runnin' in on my cashflow
I know the plug, I ain't never gettin' tagged hoe
They can't shut me on, never slap hoes
Period, all a nigga want is the comma
Keep my circle tight, real good vibes
I ain't got time for drama
I'm sittin' in the cut
I'm sittin' in the cut
Smokin' on the good marijuana
I gotta get M 'cause I upcrib
That ain't Halle Berry and some mama
[Hook]
Nigga popped up like wala
Freaky bitch, no ass, slick game like oh
Tell you anythin' for a dollar
Can't trust these niggas, father damned
I can thump
Puttin' on pounds in my wallet
I'ma die, I'ma die, I'ma die, I'ma die
Chains on my neck like collar
Been poppin' my collar
I was just mindin' my business
I was just mindin' my business
Now pocket filled up with bands
Can't come back home without this
I was just mindin' my business
I was just mindin' my business
Now pocket filled up with bands
Can't come back home without this
[Verse 2]
Had to get my ass out the house
Scared money don't make no money, that facts
Meet you on Pride Street, all flair
Roll backwoods on Louis V wild bag
Boy, I fall in the spot like crash you
Two crown hustle like I ain't got shit
Gotta pocket full
I ain't even got a whole lot of shit to say
9 times outta 10, nigga ain't gon' pull up
I'm achievin' my goal
Jack full of glitter and a mouth full of gold
Blunt full of killer and a couch full of hoes
Countin' this money like a hustler supposed
Doin' in the mornin' what you do in the day
I'm doin' in the day what you do in a week
I don't know shit then I ain't gon' speak
Everythin' G, no sneak, no sneak
I'm ballin' so hard that I ain't even gotta sweat it
I'm tryna get head while I'm finna watch some telly
Stayin' in that ass like baby got a wedgie
I ride with my nina 'til the end like Webbie
They either gon' salute you or they gon' shoot you
Pay your dues in the game or they gon' boot you
Get your money now, still plan for the future
Go round talkin' loud, nigga, we'll mute you
[Hook]
Nigga popped up like wala
Freaky bitch, no ass, slick game like oh
Tell you anythin' for a dollar
Can't trust these niggas, father damned
I can thump
Puttin' on pounds in my wallet
I'ma die, I'ma die, I'ma die, I'ma die
Chains on my neck like collar
Been poppin' my collar
I was just mindin' my business
I was just mindin' my business
Now pocket filled up with bands
Can't come back home without this
I was just mindin' my business
I was just mindin' my business
Now pocket filled up with bands
Can't come back home without this