MarcoPolo & Dj Smoka - Loyalty (feat. Me$$ Dinero)

It's all about loyalty, honestly ain't shit sweet like Nestle
Polo in this bitch down with Mess D
Smoka where you been? Cooking up crazy shit
When I'm on the beat I gotta make sure I kill this shit
And I kill this shit like there's no tomorrow
Like for my kids in her mouth when she swallow
And we came here just to stay in the game
And your bitch ass songs still sounding  the same
When the beat drop MNP hot
Man your shit flop
You look like a clown in those fucking flip flops
Me and Smoka been on it
My homie in a cage for flipping birds
Like Birdman when my name come up put some respect on it
Some respect on it
You bet your balls on it, we ain't asking for shit cause we earned it
I see the Draco in the video it's hysterical
With the gang attitude, shit not so credible
I can tell bout bitches, bout who been flipping, got rich and
Ended up with 6 feet deep man not figures
Go ahead and figure
I'm talking Tommy's not Hilfiger
Man you a poonani in Italian you a figa
If you a figa you a pussy
The type of ugly bitch that don't even get a Gucci
Surrounded by fakes hoes with fake ass clothes
Loyal to the money, hustle and my day one bros
Cuban link no Figaro
I might rock a rope
This shit Rock n Roll
Meaning that I rock my gold
And this blunt I roll
In case you didn't know
It's Polo baby
There you go
Mess Dinero is down with Dj Smoka
We crazy for the money we go crazy for the chocha
When we walk in the door I know you see me
You don't have to admit it, my Rollie is hurting your feelings
I aint your average kid
Your bitch said you just average kid
All that snow they tryna cause an avalanche shit
Me I slalom thru this shit like Jay Z
Like Fif I'm tryna get rich before I d i e
Before I die I just want another chance
To get a couple milly and a Benz
I gotta be the future
I gotta be the man
That's why I got a ticket to Mars in advance
NYC Orlando Miami and Vegas
You can't do what I did if you lived 200 years
I been hustling grinding I been smiling and crying
I'm a Virgo but my heart is the one of a lion
Our hearts always speak the truth
Load and shoot, from the boot kicking this shit what you gonna do
Moving slowly, it's clear that you don't know me
I came to collect a hundred racks what you owe me

Written by:
Ennio Ciminelli, Marco Piccin

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