G. F1ow - Sound Like Money (feat. Solo Zay & HotHead Rico)
Sound like money
Yeah that's calling on my phone ant no waiting up honey
I don't know when I'm coming home
I'm trying to run these bands up
So just leave me home alone
I'm trying to get my Trap together rolling flavors of the strong
I just made a five piece so you know I got whatever
Different flavors of stress so I can put some shit together
I just heard some more free bands should be on the way didn't know what to say
Yeah they trying to talk boi but I ant even got time to play
Ain't no diss if you Keep on talking we at your job today
Niggas keep on walking boi Rico right on that case
Popping out them cuts Nigga fire you up one seven five
I ant even talking one five three your know we fucking sliding
Gmg we in this bitch I don't know how to talk
TTS we in this bitch they don't know how to walk
Byd up in this bitch we in your back yard sliding
All this nigga talking shit but pussy niggas hiding
See why they talking shit then they go up into hiding
I swear that shit got me really out here fucking sliding
These niggas talking shit and then them fucking shots flying
Aye hold up lil nigga yea get him right in line
My niggas go put him right down like a ground
And I ant tripping cuz that last nigga got turned like a clown
He thought it was safe and shit riding down my slide of town
Aw hell naw let me hop in that van and spin around
Aye bitch I ant going to trip tho niggas always talking
But I know they out here big hoes
Yea I'm finna get big swole these niggas already fucking know I keep a fucking big pole bitch
Sound like money
Yeah that's calling on my phone ant no waiting up honey
I don't know when I'm coming home
I'm trying to run these bands up
So just leave me home alone
I'm trying to get my Trap together rolling flavors of the strong
I just made a five piece so you know I got whatever
Different flavors of stress so I can put some shit together
I just heard some more free bands should be on the way didn't know what to say
Yeah they trying to talk boi but I ant even got time to play
Aye and I ant got time to play
Where they see my fucking face they say there go solo
Watch out boy it ant fucking safe I swear nigga
I'll take the police on a chase
I got that pistol on me just don't drop the fucking rakes
My niggas popping out then we popping in your face
Bitch naw it ant fucking safe all these niggas talking on the net like it's really safe
Ain't no attempts it's a hommy on the fucking case
I ant playing got to get out hit him face face
All these niggas talking shit but they just talking to jacks
I ain't got time to play hit him in his face
Ant no drive-bys bitch I like to walk it out
These niggas talking shit pussy nigga it ant nothing to talk about
Hit him in his face yeah you know we had to chalk him out
Had to chalk him out these niggas talking shit broad daylight chalk him out
Any nigga come down my block you know we blow him down
Bitch we posted on the block bitch we got them big rounds
And you know me bitch I'm Rico bitch I'm posted with them nicks
And you know we hitting shit put his ass right in a ditch aye
Send his ass right to thyme haven gates
We ant play with no niggas yes we smoking on his man's
And you niggas know y'all some bitches y'all some straight hoes
Posted with them Moe's and them GD's you know we kick doors
Written by:
Cordarro Garrett
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