God Jani - Half (feat. Cordell Moss)
Yea, put all that money in there (God Body)Phone blowing up man, its crazy
These niggas man
I don't gotta talk, It's just money
Addicted to it, yea, yea, yea
You know this (you like that)
God Body...
You see that.. She notice, she know this
Yea.. yea.. yea..
Sit and relax while thumbing through them racks
Strap by my side and your bitch on my lap
Yea we been traveling all around the map
Think that she want it, them bitches be cap
Once I get gone you ain't gon get me back
Think that she cool but I really just laugh
Money we making counting up the math
I want it all bitch, we ain't splitting half
Flip it and spend it then I make it back
Step in this bitch and we came with that class
Step in this bitch she giving me that cash
Just want the dollars, I don't need the ass
When you a real one you don't got to ask
Got to keep moving that money come fast
Baby she bad, body shaped like an hour glass
Need that money right now, can't let a hour pass
We going in and you know that we bussin em
Bitch I'm the God ain't now way that you rushin him
Look at my wrist you can tell that we crushing em
Look in my eyes ain't no way that I'm loving em
Look at the wrist you can tell that we crushin em
Thought he was real but that nigga just bluffin em
Knew it was over the day he start trustin em
I don't know what to say these niggas silly
Working my ass off I just want them milli's
Living the life of the rich and glorious
Masi take off, bitch it's fast and furious
Yea that bitch quiet but I know she curious
Seen my demeanor and she know I'm serious
Bitch I'm the God and we came with that game
Bitch I'm the God I might just make it rain
Stay at the top so I stay in my lane
Stay at the top these niggas stayed the same
Don't get mad at me the bitch you should blame
I know you hurtin, I don't feel your pain
He was just lurking tryna steal some game
We took a risk and now we found a way
Sit and relax while thumbing through them racks
Strap by my side and your bitch on my lap
Yea we been traveling all around the map
Think that she want it, them bitches be cap
Once I get gone you ain't gon get me back
Think that she cool but I really just laugh
Money we making counting up the math
I want it all bitch, we ain't splitting half
Cordell Moss
God bless the gang
I put Gucci on my shooters
Daily deposit with my cougar
My little bitch want her a poodle
Keep on fours shaggy and Scooby
On the phone with my jeweler
Big 40 call bust yo noodle
Ghetto baby raise on them noodles
Niggas be Hating when you gettin to it
Nigga steady hating when you gettin to it
All my nigga eating where the fuk is Koolie
Nigga came up straight out the sewers
Now every night it's a fuckin movie
Stack that paper like I'm Jewish
Treat a Nigga bitch like she a groupie
Everything different when you getting to it
Everything different
Put my niggas on, now I'm getting that work nigga straight on face
I was in my zone, Now it's 50k tucked away in Chase
Tell you about them losses down on my last niggas living on faith
Or when them light was off
Swear I prayed so much nigga thought I knew Mase
It's all in the come back that's what these streets taught a nigga
So many TV dinners, fuck around and thought I had a sponsor Nigga
Sit and relax while thumbing through them racks
Strap by my side and your bitch on my lap
Yea we been traveling all around the map
Think that she want it, them bitches be cap
Once I get gone you ain't gon get me back
Think that she cool but I really just laugh
Money we making counting up the math
I want it all bitch, we ain't splitting half
Written by:
Ajani Irish, Cordell Moss
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