Soul G - MPR (feat. YG Moore & Wee Wop)

Got young bulls they ready to buss at your head at my command
No we not the same I'm built to last
With all of this money I need me a bag
She fuck with my steezy I run up the bank
Got this bitch hooked like she took the bait
Want the money and power, respect
Glory to god I'm feeling so blessed
Got young bulls they ready to buss at your head at my command
No we not the same I'm built to last
With all of this money I need me a bag
She fuck with my steezy I run up the bank
Got this bitch hooked like she took the bait
Want the money and power, respect
Glory to god I'm feeling so blessed
I do not know what they got against me showing they hate and envy
Just like they pockets they stomach is empty
She think that we friends my pockets not friendly, can't hold on that money bag shit be too heavy
Don't be getting too close or we put 'em in body bags just like it's hefty it's out with the trash
Stay in your lane or we making him crash
I been up in the stack house only countin' my money
Day and night on my grind almost like I'm kid cudi, it's don life feeling like I'm sean don when I bounce back
Double up, run it up, I be really on that
Cold game with the cold play off white shoes like it's cocaine
No you not my billie jean annie are you okay?
Enough with the games it's back to this money
I'm humble and focused I turn to a bully if they acting up
I'm sitting them down if they acting tough
We swimming with sharks they sitting with ducks
It turn to a goose chase when they try to run
Got young bulls they ready to buss at your head at my command
No we not the same I'm built to last
With all of this money I need me a bag
She fuck with my steezy I run up the bank
Got this bitch hooked like she took the bait
Want the money and power, respect
Glory to god I'm feeling so blessed
Got young bulls they ready to buss at your head at my command
No we not the same I'm built to last
With all of this money I need me a bag
She fuck with my steezy I run up the bank
Got this bitch hooked like she took the bait
Want the money and power, respect
Glory to god I'm feeling so blessed
Want the money the power respect
Get my power from walking with tecs
Ain't no nigga gon' disrespect if he do then it's off with his neck
Came from the struggle I'm straight from them 'jects
Gettin' this money I pull up in 'vette
Put him on magazine I'm talking bout jet
Killin' a nigga like nigga who next, nigga who next
And y'all niggas steady hatin' I just want the cash ion care about relations
If you want the money sit back gotta be patient
I'll kill a nigga wack him send a nigga on vacation
Pull over nigga hold on, all this ice onna nigga got me lookin like I'm frozone
Twenty four karat gold on I can fight but I won't, why cause bitch I got this pole on
Young nigga finna move sum nigga doing all that wolfin' swear to god he ain't gone do nun
On my momma I'll shoot sum I'll kill a nigga wack a nigga pull off and let the coupe run
Got young bulls they ready to buss at your head at my command
No we not the same I'm built to last
With all of this money I need me a bag
She fuck with my steezy I run up the bank
Got this bitch hooked like she took the bait
Want the money and power, respect
Glory to god I'm feeling so blessed
Got young bulls they ready to buss at your head at my command
No we not the same I'm built to last
With all of this money I need me a bag
She fuck with my steezy I run up the bank
Got this bitch hooked like she took the bait
Want the money and power, respect
Glory to god I'm feeling so blessed
Me and YGM hang with them cutters I hang with my brothas I hang with no other
If a nigga disrespect the gang, nigga we gonna put you six feet under
If a lil nigga pop all of these shots all of these niggas gon turn into runners
I hang with the gunnas you know they got flocks with the funnels
If niggas wanna play we gon' bump 'em
I'm a star when I shoot out the roof, silencer put a nigga on mute
You gon' freeze nigga I'm gonna shoot
Kick his dead body off with the boot
Your mama cried cause you on a shirt
I piss on his body cause he in the dirt
Rock v-lone with gucci shoes we got glocks they aim at you
Got young bulls they ready to buss at your head at my command
No we not the same I'm built to last
With all of this money I need me a bag
She fuck with my steezy I run up the bank
Got this bitch hooked like she took the bait
Want the money and power, respect
Glory to god I'm feeling so blessed
Got young bulls they ready to buss at your head at my command
No we not the same I'm built to last
With all of this money I need me a bag
She fuck with my steezy I run up the bank
Got this bitch hooked like she took the bait
Want the money and power, respect
Glory to god I'm feeling so blessed

Written by:
Collin Gatewood, Corey Moore, Johnathen Edwards

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